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When Tradition Goes South – #103

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Welcome Back! Today, we’ll be looking at the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and John to see what Jesus thinks about traditions that trump the commands of God. 

So let’s get started.

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Matthew 15:1–9, Mark 7:1–13, John 7:1

After this, Jesus traveled throughout Galilee. He did not want to travel in Judea, because the Jews there were trying to kill Him. Then some Pharisees and scribes came to Jesus from Jerusalem and gathered around Him and they saw some of His disciples eating with hands that were defiled—that is, unwashed. Now in holding to the tradition of the elders, the Pharisees and all the Jews do not eat until they wash their hands ceremonially. And on returning from the market, they do not eat unless they wash. And there are many other traditions for them to observe, including the washing of cups, pitchers, kettles, and couches for dining.

So the Pharisees and scribes questioned Jesus: “Why do Your disciples break the tradition of the elders and not walk according to them? They do not wash their hands before they eat. Instead, they eat with defiled hands.”

Jesus answered them, “Isaiah prophesied correctly about you hypocrites, as it is written: 

‘These people honor Me with their lips, but their hearts are far from Me. They worship Me in vain; they teach as doctrine the precepts of men.’ 

You have disregarded the commandment of God to keep the tradition of men. So why do you break the command of God for the sake of your tradition?” He went on to say, “You neatly set aside the command of God to maintain your own tradition. For God said through Moses, ‘Honor your father and mother’ and ‘Anyone who curses his father or mother must be put to death.’ But you say that if anyone says to his father or mother, ‘Whatever you would have received from me is Corban’ (that is, a gift devoted to God)’he is no longer permitted to do anything for his father or mother. Thus you nullify the word of God by the tradition you have handed down. And you do so in many such matters.” 

My Thoughts 

Think about how traditions can sometimes work against their original purpose like when men over engineer a mighty river. Just as a diverted river can leave its natural bed dry and lifeless, human-made traditions can sometimes drain the life from God’s commandments.

Consider the ancient practice of “Corban” mentioned in the Biblical passage. Here was a tradition that, on its surface, appeared to honor God through dedicated offerings. Yet in practice, it created a loophole that allowed people to circumvent their basic responsibility to care for their aging parents. It’s like building a dam that redirects a river’s life-giving water away from the communities that depend on it, all while claiming to “improve water management.”

This example reveals a crucial distinction: not all traditions serve their intended purpose. While some traditions carry forward vital values like rivers carrying water, others can become like stagnant pools that trap and distort the original flow of divine wisdom. The religious leaders of the time had created an intricate delta of rules and traditions that, rather than clearly expressing God’s commandments, effectively buried them under layers of human interpretation and nefarious motives.

The warning here is clear – when our traditions begin to contradict or supersede fundamental moral obligations, we’ve lost our way. It’s akin to a river that’s been so extensively engineered that it no longer serves its essential purpose of sustaining life along its banks. The religious leaders had become such skilled navigators of their traditional rules that they’d forgotten the destination – showing love and honor to both God and people.

Tradition isn’t meant to be a clever system of bypassing moral obligations, but rather a channel through which eternal truths can flow freely from one generation to the next. Just as a healthy river system needs regular clearing of obstacles and restoration of natural flows, our traditions need constant examination to ensure they’re not damming up the very values they’re meant to convey.

The solution isn’t to abandon tradition entirely – that would be like trying to live without rivers. Instead, we need to ensure our traditions remain true to their source, allowing divine love to flow freely through them rather than being diverted by human convenience. When traditions begin to obstruct rather than facilitate our ability to honor God and care for others, it’s time to clear the channel and let the original flow resume its course.

My Story

How long does it take for some good practice to become a tradition in danger of losing its purpose? Can it happen in 6 months? You bet your boots it can! Deb and I were introduced to a method of sharing the gospel that was not only effective, it went viral. People were using it around the world in multiple languages and it was intoxicatingly exciting. But something started to happen very quickly that tarnished our enthusiasm. Without people recognizing their actions, it became “THE” way to share. They started pitching the method as the “silver bullet.” There were even cases where people resented someone suggesting another way to share the gospel. Pride had crept in and had done its dirty damage to what started out so well. And yes, it only took 6 months.

The most striking aspect of this mistake is its relevance today. How often do we find ourselves upholding traditions that, while comfortable and familiar, might actually be preventing us from fulfilling our allegiance and obedience to God? Like those religious leaders of old, we might be excellent navigators of our traditional practices while missing the deeper current of compassion and obedience that should guide our actions.

Just as every river eventually seeks its true path, our traditions must ultimately serve, not subvert, the timeless commandments they were meant to preserve and transmit. Otherwise, we risk creating elaborate systems of practice that leave the heart of faith as dry as a riverbed that once flowed freely.

Our Action Plan

Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;

  • Do a personal inventory of your “traditions.” Are they truly fulfilling the original intent? 
  • Do a Bible study on what Jesus and Paul said about tradition with those you are discipling.
  • As you look at Scripture, make a distinction between Principles and Methods. Principles should drive the method, never methods the principles.

Traditions, like rivers, should flow with life-giving purpose, not dam up our obedience to God’s commands. Let’s ensure our practices channel divine love freely, rather than diverting it for human convenience.

Cuando la tradición se desmorona – 103

¡Bienvenidos nuevamente! Hoy, analizaremos los Evangelios de Mateo, Marcos y Juan para ver qué piensa Jesús sobre las tradiciones que prevalecen sobre los mandamientos de Dios.

Comencemos.

Mateo 15:1-9, Marcos 7:1-13, Juan 7:1

Después de esto, Jesús viajó por toda Galilea. No quería viajar por Judea, porque los judíos de allí estaban tratando de matarlo. Entonces algunos fariseos y escribas vinieron a Jesús desde Jerusalén y se reunieron alrededor de Él. Y vieron a algunos de Sus discípulos comiendo con manos impuras, es decir, sin lavar. Ahora bien, según la tradición de los ancianos, los fariseos y todos los judíos no comen sin lavarse las manos ceremonialmente. Y al regresar del mercado, no comen sin lavarse. Y hay muchas otras tradiciones que ellos deben observar, incluyendo el lavamiento de vasos, jarras, teteras y lechos para comer.

Entonces los fariseos y escribas preguntaron a Jesús: “¿Por qué Tus discípulos quebrantan la tradición de los ancianos y no andan conforme a ellos? No se lavan las manos antes de comer. En cambio, comen con manos impuras”.

Jesús les respondió: «Hipócritas, bien profetizó Isaías de vosotros, como está escrito:

“Este pueblo me honra con los labios, pero su corazón está lejos de mí. Me rinden culto en vano; enseñan como doctrina preceptos de hombres”.

Habéis dejado de lado el mandamiento de Dios de guardar la tradición de los hombres. ¿Por qué, pues, quebrantáis el mandamiento de Dios por vuestra tradición?»

Habéis dejado de lado el mandamiento de Dios para guardar vuestra propia tradición. Pues Dios dijo por medio de Moisés: “Honra a tu padre y a tu madre”, y: “El que maldiga a su padre o a su madre será condenado a muerte”. Pero vosotros decís que si alguien dice a su padre o a su madre: “Todo lo que quisieras recibir de mí es Corbán (es decir, un regalo consagrado a Dios), ya no le está permitido hacer nada por su padre o por su madre. De este modo, anuláis la palabra de Dios con la tradición que habéis transmitido. Y lo mismo hacéis en muchas cosas como éstas».

Mis Pensamientos

Pensemos en cómo las tradiciones a veces pueden ir en contra de su propósito original, como cuando los hombres sobredimensionan un río caudaloso. Así como un río desviado puede dejar su lecho natural seco y sin vida, las tradiciones creadas por el hombre a veces pueden quitarle vida a los mandamientos de Dios.

Pensemos en la antigua práctica del “Corbán” mencionada en el pasaje bíblico. Se trataba de una tradición que, en la superficie, parecía honrar a Dios mediante ofrendas dedicadas, pero en la práctica creaba un vacío legal que permitía a las personas eludir su responsabilidad básica de cuidar a sus padres ancianos. Es como construir una presa que redirige el agua vivificante de un río lejos de las comunidades que dependen de ella, todo mientras se afirma que “mejora la gestión del agua”.

Este ejemplo revela una distinción crucial: no todas las tradiciones cumplen su propósito original. Mientras que algunas tradiciones transmiten valores vitales como los ríos que transportan agua, otras pueden convertirse en estanques estancados que atrapan y distorsionan el flujo original de la sabiduría divina. Los líderes religiosos de la época habían creado un intrincado delta de reglas y tradiciones que, en lugar de expresar claramente los mandamientos de Dios, los enterraban bajo capas de interpretación humana y motivos nefastos.

La advertencia aquí es clara: cuando nuestras tradiciones comienzan a contradecir o reemplazar obligaciones morales fundamentales, hemos perdido el rumbo. Es como un río que ha sido diseñado de manera tan exhaustiva que ya no cumple su propósito esencial de sustentar la vida a lo largo de sus orillas. Los líderes religiosos se habían convertido en navegantes tan hábiles de sus reglas tradicionales que habían olvidado el destino: mostrar amor y honor tanto a Dios como a las personas.

La tradición no tiene por objeto ser un sistema inteligente para eludir las obligaciones morales, sino más bien un canal a través del cual las verdades eternas pueden fluir libremente de una generación a la siguiente. Así como un sistema fluvial saludable necesita la limpieza regular de obstáculos y la restauración de los flujos naturales, nuestras tradiciones necesitan un examen constante para asegurar que no estén obstaculizando los mismos valores que se supone que deben transmitir.

La solución no es abandonar por completo la tradición, pues eso sería como intentar vivir sin ríos. En cambio, debemos asegurarnos de que nuestras tradiciones permanezcan fieles a su fuente, permitiendo que el amor divino fluya libremente a través de ellas en lugar de desviarse por conveniencia humana. Cuando las tradiciones comienzan a obstruir en lugar de facilitar nuestra capacidad de honrar a Dios y cuidar de los demás, es hora de despejar el canal y dejar que el flujo original reanude su curso.

Mi Historia

¿Cuánto tiempo se necesita para que una buena práctica se convierta en una tradición que corre el riesgo de perder su propósito? ¿Puede suceder en seis meses? ¡Puede apostar a que sí! Deb y yo conocimos un método para compartir el evangelio que no solo era eficaz, sino que se volvió viral. La gente lo usaba en todo el mundo en varios idiomas y era embriagadoramente emocionante. Pero algo comenzó a suceder muy rápidamente que empañó nuestro entusiasmo. Sin que la gente reconociera sus acciones, se convirtió en “LA” manera de compartir. Comenzaron a promocionar el método como la “bala de plata”. Incluso hubo casos en los que la gente se resintió cuando alguien sugirió otra manera de compartir el evangelio. El orgullo se había infiltrado y había hecho su sucio daño a lo que comenzó tan bien. Y sí, solo tomó seis meses.

El aspecto más llamativo de este error es su relevancia hoy. ¿Con qué frecuencia nos encontramos defendiendo tradiciones que, aunque cómodas y familiares, en realidad podrían estar impidiéndonos cumplir con nuestra lealtad y obediencia a Dios? Al igual que aquellos líderes religiosos de la antigüedad, podemos ser excelentes navegantes de nuestras prácticas tradicionales, pero perder de vista la corriente más profunda de compasión y obediencia que debería guiar nuestras acciones.

Así como todo río finalmente busca su verdadero camino, nuestras tradiciones deben, en última instancia, servir, y no subvertir, los mandamientos eternos que se suponía que debían preservar y transmitir. De lo contrario, corremos el riesgo de crear sistemas elaborados de práctica que dejan el corazón de la fe tan seco como el lecho de un río que alguna vez fluyó libremente.

Nuestro Plan de Acción

Ahora es el momento de ponerlas en práctica. Aquí tienes algunas ideas:

Haz un inventario personal de tus “tradiciones”. ¿Están cumpliendo verdaderamente la intención original?

Haz un estudio bíblico sobre lo que dijeron Jesús y Pablo acerca de la tradición con aquellos a quienes estás discipulando.

Al examinar las Escrituras, haz una distinción entre principios y métodos. Los principios deben impulsar el método, nunca los métodos los principios.

Las tradiciones, como los ríos, deben fluir con un propósito vivificante, no obstaculizar nuestra obediencia a los mandamientos de Dios. Asegurémonos de que nuestras prácticas canalicen libremente el amor divino, en lugar de desviarlo para la conveniencia humana.

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Chapter 22 – The Battle of New Quantico

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He arose and struck the Philistines until his hand was weary and clung to the sword, and the LORD brought about a great victory that day…

2 Samuel 23:10

Leaning Forward in the Foxhole

The piercing wail of air raid sirens shattered the morning calm, sending a surge of adrenaline through Wade’s body. In an instant, the base erupted into organized chaos as Marines, Sailors, and Rangers scrambled to assemble with their units. Wade’s mind was on autopilot, months of training kicking in as he sprinted towards the barracks.

The company armorer was already in position, efficiently distributing weapons and ammunition to the arriving troops. Wade grabbed his pulse rifle, checking it with practiced ease before slinging it across his back. He paused for a moment, flexing his prosthetic hand as he loaded extra magazines into his tactical armor.

“Kovacs!” a voice called out. Wade turned to see Captain Hollister, his face a mask of grim determination. “Get to your squad. We’re establishing defensive positions.”

As Wade jogged to join his unit, he caught glimpses of the company COs huddled around the battalion commander, their voices low and urgent as they received their orders. The gravity of the situation was palpable, electric tension crackling through the air.

Captain Hollister’s voice cut through the din as he rallied the platoon leaders, then addressed the entire company. “Listen up, Marines! We’re moving to our pre-assigned defensive positions. Secure, fortify, and await further orders. This is not a drill. The enemy is coming, and we’re going to give them one heck of a welcome party!”

A chorus of “Oorah!” echoed across the assembly, but Wade’s mind momentarily drifted to Kristen. He wished he could contact her, make sure she was safe in the bunker. But he knew she was smart and well-trained – she would have already taken shelter. He had to trust in her abilities and focus on the task at hand.

Wade’s squad moved out, double-timing it to their assigned position overlooking the military prison two miles away. As they began to set up their heavy weapons, Wade’s gaze was drawn to the facility. It was a stark, fortified complex, currently housing the government officials implicated in the Skravak conspiracy. He couldn’t help but wonder if their presence made the base a priority target.

Wade’s squad leader barked out orders, his voice tense with urgency. “Kovacs! Take Keller and Rutherford. Set up motion detection and anti-armor mines 300 meters to our front. Move it!”

Nodding sharply, Wade gestured to the two privates. They quickly loaded the mines onto the Mule, a compact wheeled robot designed for such tasks. As they moved out, the weight of their mission pressed down on them. Being so far in front of their lines left them exposed and vulnerable.

The trio worked efficiently, their movements precise despite the nervous energy crackling between them. Wade’s prosthetic hand proved invaluable, allowing him to handle the delicate sensors with unexpected dexterity. Keller kept watch while Rutherford assisted with the placement.

“Last one,” Wade muttered, carefully positioning the final anti-armor mine. The Mule beeped softly, confirming the activation of the minefield’s network.

“Let’s get out of here,” Rutherford whispered, his eyes darting across the eerily quiet landscape.

They hustled back to their fighting position, relief washing over them as they rejoined their squad. Wade couldn’t shake the feeling that they’d just set up the first line of defense against an impending storm.

First Blood

Suddenly, the sky erupted in a dazzling, terrifying light show. Bright flashes illuminated the clouds as the Confederation Navy engaged the attacking ships just above the atmosphere. Wade’s heart swelled with pride, knowing that Mayumi’s intel from the Skravak ship had provided crucial information on the weaknesses of the AI-operated vessels. Their sacrifices and risks were already paying off.

“Here they come!” Bikram’s voice cut through the tense silence, drawing all eyes to the horizon.

Lieutenant Jordan, their platoon leader, steadied the troops with a calm command. “Easy, Marines. Pick your targets and aim for the neck. Make your shots count.”

Wade peered through his scope, tracking the incoming threats. His finger tensed on the trigger, ready to unleash plasma wrath. But before they could engage, a blinding flash and deafening roar shook the earth. Plasma rockets slammed into the prison, vaporizing the structure in an instant. The shockwave hit their position like a freight train, showering them with shrapnel, rocks, and dirt.

As the dust began to settle, Wade’s blood ran cold. The prison was gone, replaced by a smoldering crater. And descending through the clouds came a swarm of Skravak landing craft, disgorging hundreds of armored personnel carriers that began to advance on New Quantico.

“Anti-armor teams, engage!” Lieutenant Jordan bellowed. Marines scrambled to ready their heavy weapons, sending streaks of plasma screaming towards the approaching APCs. Above them, the distinctive roar of Nova Eagles filled the air as close air support joined the fray, their precision strikes turning Skravak vehicles into twisted, burning husks.

The Nova Eagle strike aircraft was a marvel of human engineering, designed to dominate both atmospheric and low-orbit combat scenarios. Its sleek, delta-wing design was crafted from advanced metamaterials that could adapt to different atmospheric conditions, allowing for unprecedented maneuverability. Powered by a compact fusion reactor, the Nova Eagle could achieve hypersonic speeds with ease. Its arsenal included plasma-based weaponry, smart missiles with AI-driven targeting systems, and an electromagnetic pulse generator for disabling enemy electronics. The cockpit featured a neural interface, allowing navy pilots to control the aircraft with thought alone, while an advanced AI co-pilot managed complex systems and provided tactical support. With its ability to operate in space and rapidly deploy from orbital platforms, the Nova Eagle represented the pinnacle of the Confederation’s aerospace technology in the fight against the Skravak threat.

But for every APC they destroyed, it seemed two more took its place. The relentless advance of the Skravak forces was a terrifying sight, their armored vehicles grinding forward with mechanical precision.

Private Rutherford, his face streaked with dirt and sweat, let out a nervous laugh. “They’re in for a big surprise in about 50 more meters,” he said, his eyes fixed on the approaching enemy.

Wade nodded grimly, his grip tightening on his weapon. The air was thick with tension as they watched the Skravak forces draw closer to the minefield they had so carefully laid.

The Trap Sprung

Suddenly, the front erupted in a huge ball of fire making a towering mushroom smoke cloud. The first APC hit a motion-activated mine, triggering a massive explosion that rocked the ground beneath them. The vehicle’s front end disintegrated, sending shrapnel and alien body parts flying in all directions.

Before the dust could settle, more explosions followed in rapid succession. Anti-armor mines detonated with devastating effect, tearing through the Skravak vehicles like they were made of paper. The carefully placed pattern of explosives created a domino effect, each blast triggering the next in a symphony of destruction.

Skravak warriors caught in the blasts were vaporized instantly, while others were thrown from their vehicles, their chitinous bodies shattered by the force of the explosions. The air filled with acrid smoke and the agonized screeches of dying aliens.

The minefield had turned into a killing zone, halting the Skravak advance in its tracks. Burning wreckage and alien corpses littered the battlefield, creating a gruesome obstacle course for any survivors attempting to press forward.

Keller and Rutherford exchanged wide-eyed looks of disbelief before breaking into grins. They slapped each other’s hands in a triumphant high five, their earlier nervousness replaced by a surge of adrenaline-fueled excitement.

“Get down!” Wade’s sharp command cut through their moment of celebration. His prosthetic hand gripped Rutherford’s shoulder, yanking him back into cover as a stray plasma bolt sizzled overhead.

The sobering reality of their situation crashed back over them. The mines had bought them time and thinned the enemy’s numbers, but the battle was far from over. Wade’s stern gaze brought the two privates back to focus, reminding them that this was no time for celebration.

“Eyes front,” Wade ordered, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. “They’ll be looking for a way around. Be ready.”

The privates nodded, their expressions hardening as they readied their weapons. The brief moment of triumph faded, replaced by grim determination as they prepared to face the next wave of the Skravak assault.

The hillside was alive with explosions and weapons fire as Easy Company fought desperately to hold the line. Wade’s ears rang with the constant barrage, his nostrils filled with the acrid stench of ozone and burning metal.

To their left, Wade caught glimpses of Ranger units engaging the Skravak forces with terrifying efficiency. Their advanced weaponry and tactics were taking a heavy toll on the alien invaders, but still, the enemy pressed forward, their singular focus on breaching New Quantico’s defenses.

Clash of the Titans

Without warning, the APCs ground to a halt, their ramps slamming down to disgorge a nightmarish horde of Skravak Hunters. The aliens charged up the hill with inhuman speed, their chitinous bodies gleaming in the fire fight.

“Hold the line!” Jordan screamed, but it was a futile command. The Skravak warriors tore through their defenses like tissue paper, tossing Marine bodies left and right as if they were ragdolls.

A blood-curdling scream drew Wade’s attention. His heart stopped as he saw Bikram, lifted high by a massive Skravak Hunter, its mandibles tearing into his friend’s body. “No!” Wade roared, emptying his magazine into the creature, but it was too late.

Mayumi dove into the fighting position beside him, her eyes wide with terror. Wade grabbed her arm, steadying her as he shouted, “We’ve got to fall back!” Through the chaos, he could see the remnants of their unit rallying near the water tower, preparing for a last stand.

They sprinted towards their comrades, Keller and Rutherford followed, pulse rounds and plasma bolts crisscrossing the air around them. The Skravak force had been bloodied, but they still outnumbered the Marines significantly. As they reached the defensive circle, he knew in his heart that this might be their final moments.

But just as the Skravak warriors closed in for the kill, the battlefield erupted in a new cacophony of sound and fury. Ranger all-terrain hovercraft slammed into the alien’s flank, their weapons carving bloody swathes through the enemy.

The Ranger all terrain hovercraft, the Badger, is a rugged combat vehicle designed for rapid deployment and overwhelming firepower. Its sleek, low-profile design allows it to glide effortlessly over various terrains, from rough battlefield landscapes to water surfaces. The craft is propelled by advanced repulsor technology, creating a cushion of air that enables it to move swiftly and silently. Most notably, it features twin plasma chain guns mounted on its sides, capable of unleashing a devastating barrage of energy bolts that can shred through Skravak armor with ease. The hovercraft’s reinforced hull provides excellent protection for its operators, while its modular design allows for quick repairs and upgrades in the field. With its combination of speed, firepower, and versatility, the Ranger’s Badgers proved to be a game-changing asset in the battle against the alien invaders.

In their wake came figures that seemed to defy gravity – Rangers in exoskeleton suits, leaping impossibly high before crashing down onto the Hunters with devastating force. The Ranger’s exoskeleton suits are an advanced powered armor systems enhance the wearer’s strength, speed, and durability to superhuman levels. The suits are sleek and form-fitting, crafted from a combination of advanced alloys and reactive polymers that provide exceptional protection while maintaining flexibility. Servo-motors and hydraulics integrated into the exoskeleton multiply the user’s strength, allowing them to leap great distances, lift incredible weights, and deliver devastating blows in close combat. Advanced sensors and heads-up displays provide real-time battlefield information, while built-in weapon systems and energy shields further augment the Ranger’s combat capabilities. In action, Rangers in these exoskeletons move with inhuman grace and power, easily outmaneuvering and overpowering the Skravak warriors.

“Cease fire!” Wade yelled in order to prevent friendly fire as the Rangers maneuvered to their front. The tables turned in an instant. The Skravak charge faltered, then collapsed entirely as the Rangers tore into them with ruthless efficiency. Insectoid limbs and viscous black blood filled the air, creating a grotesque tableau of destruction.

The last of the Hunters fell, twitching, to the ground. The abrupt silence was almost as deafening as the battle had been.

Pursue and Rescue

But their reprieve was short-lived. Movement on the adjacent hill caught Wade’s eye – another Skravak assault force, this one moving with singular purpose towards the hospital five miles away. His heart plummeted as a single thought consumed him: Kristen.

Before he could voice his fears, a familiar gravelly voice cut through the post-battle haze. “On your feet, Marines!” Captain Venn bellowed, his Ranger armor scorched and dented but still imposing. “We’ve got more bugs to squash!”

Wade watched in disbelief as Captain Hollister seemed to shrink before Venn’s forceful presence, ceding control without argument. But he had no time to dwell on the shift in command dynamics.

Briggs and Alex, resplendent in their Ranger exoskeletons, appeared before him and Mayumi. “Marines, you’re with us,” Briggs growled. “Move!”

Without warning, Briggs grabbed Wade, his augmented strength easily lifting the Marine as if he weighed nothing. Alex did the same with Mayumi, and then they were off, bounding across the war torn landscape with inhuman speed.

Despite the awkward position, Wade and Mayumi managed to bring their weapons to bear, picking off Skravak stragglers as they raced to intercept the force threatening the hospital. The exoskeletons’ stabilizers compensated for much of the jarring motion, allowing them to land surprisingly accurate shots.

As they closed on the rear of the Skravak formation, Briggs and Alex released their passengers, immediately opening fire on the unsuspecting aliens. The Rangers tore into the enemy’s flank and rear, their advanced weaponry and augmented abilities giving them a decisive edge.

Wade and Mayumi sprinted towards the hospital’s reinforced bunker, their hearts pounding with fear and exertion. They rounded a corner to find a group of Hunters attempting to breach the bunker’s heavy doors.

Without hesitation, Wade pulled a plasma grenade from his belt. “Grenade out!” he shouted, lobbing the device into the midst of the aliens. The resulting explosion turned three Hunters into a spray of ichor and chitin fragments.

The Rangers quickly mopped up the remaining threats, their efficiency almost clinical in its brutality. As the last Hunter fell, an eerie quiet once again descended over the battlefield.

Wade approached the bunker door, his hand shaking slightly as he input his override code. With a hiss of hydraulics, the massive portal swung open, revealing a crowd of frightened medical personnel and patients.

And there, in the center of it all, stood Kristen. Her eyes locked with Wade’s, and in an instant, she was in his arms, holding him tight as if she never wanted to let go.

“You came,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Wade pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his prosthetic hand gently cupping her cheek. “Always,” he replied, the single word carrying the weight of a vow.

As Good as Dead

As Wade held Kristen, savoring the momentary respite from the chaos outside, a gruff voice cut through the air. “Corporal Kovacs!” he growled.

Wade turned to see Easy Company’s First Sergeant, his face etched with urgency. “They want to see you and Corporal Kato in the TOC pronto!”

Reluctantly, Wade released Kristen, exchanging a worried glance with Mayumi. “We’ll be back,” he promised, squeezing Kristen’s hand before following the First Sergeant out of the bunker.

They were led to a makeshift Tactical Operations Center near the hospital, a hive of activity as officers and NCOs coordinated the ongoing defense of New Quantico. In the center of it all stood Captains Venn and Hollister, deep in conversation with the Battalion Commander.

As Wade and Mayumi approached, the officers fell silent, their expressions grim. Captain Venn gestured for them to join the huddle.

“Corporal Kovacs, Corporal Kato,” the Battalion Commander began, his voice low and tense. “We’ve been analyzing the Skravak attack patterns. It’s become clear that they’re systematically targeting specific personnel and intelligence assets from our previous operations.”

Wade felt a chill run down his spine as the implications sank in. Captain Hollister continued, his usual bravado subdued. “We believe… you were the target.”

The words hit Wade like a physical blow. He glanced at Mayumi, seeing his own shock mirrored in her eyes.

“The prison was their first target,” Venn added, his voice heavy. “The Admiral and Senator were almost certainly killed in that initial strike.”

Wade’s mind reeled, remembering the blinding flash that had vaporized the prison complex. He thought of Bikram, torn apart by the Skravak Hunter, and felt a wave of nausea.

“Unfortunately, Corporal Singh was killed in action,” the Battalion Commander confirmed, as if reading Wade’s thoughts. “You two are the only survivors of the original team.”

Captain Venn leaned in, his voice dropping even lower. “Which is why, as of this moment, you’re both officially listed as KIA.”

“Sir?” Mayumi questioned, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“It’s the only way to throw the Skravaks off your trail,” Hollister explained. “You’ll be assigned to the carrier orbiting the planet until further orders can be given. In the meantime, absolutely no news feeds. As far as the world is concerned, you’re dead.”

Wade’s mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift in his reality. Then, like a bolt of lightning, a thought struck him. “Jay,” he blurted out, drawing curious looks from the officers. “My brother… he was with us on the Skravak ship and during our recon… he was on his way to Ranger School. Did the Skravaks intercept that information too?”

The officers exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, Captain Venn spoke. “We can’t be certain, but we have to assume they might have. We’ll take precautions to ensure his safety.”

Wade nodded, a knot of worry forming in his gut. He thought of Kristen, of the brief moment of reunion they’d just shared. How could he leave her now, let her believe he was dead?

As if sensing his thoughts, the Battalion Commander placed a hand on Wade’s shoulder. “I know this is difficult, Corporal. But right now, your survival – and the information you carry – is crucial to turning the tide of this war. Can we count on you?”

Wade straightened, pushing aside his personal concerns. He met Mayumi’s gaze, seeing the same resolve reflected there. “Yes, sir,” they answered in unison.

“Good,” Venn nodded. “Prepare for immediate evac. And remember, from this moment on, Wade Kovacs and Mayumi Kato no longer exist.”

As they left the TOC stepping back into the aftermath of battle, Wade couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than just a tactical retreat. His guts were churning as he thought of Kristen getting the news that he was …dead. 

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Kingdom Kernel #3 – “There Is None Like You”

Jeremiah 10:6-7 – “There Is None Like You”: Divine Uniqueness and the Eternal Kingdom of Christ

The biblical concept “There is none like You” as expressed in Jeremiah 10:6-7 encapsulates a profound theological truth about God’s unparalleled nature and sovereign rule. This phrase, rooted in the Hebrew “‘în kᵊmô” (Strongs H369 and H3644) literally translates to “there is not like you,” emphasizing God’s absolute uniqueness.

 Linguistic and Theological Significance

The Hebrew construction uses the negative particle “‘în” combined with the preposition “ka” (like) and the second-person masculine singular pronoun “mocha” (you). This grammatical structure intensifies the concept of God’s incomparability. The repetition of this idea throughout Scripture underscores its centrality to biblical theology.

In the context of Jeremiah 10:6-7, this phrase is juxtaposed with God’s greatness and might, as well as His rightful position as “King of the nations.” This juxtaposition reveals that God’s uniqueness extends beyond mere attributes to His very essence and authority.

 Christological Fulfillment

Jesus Christ, as the incarnate Word, perfectly embodies this concept of divine uniqueness. In Him, we see the fullness of God’s incomparable nature made visible (Colossians 1:15). Jesus’ teachings about the Kingdom of God directly connect to this idea of God’s unique sovereignty.

Christ’s miracles, teachings, and ultimately His resurrection demonstrate that there is indeed none like Him. He is the perfect representation of the Father’s unparalleled nature (Hebrews 1:3). Jesus’ claim to have “all authority in heaven and on earth” (Matthew 28:18) echoes the Jeremiah passage’s assertion of God’s kingship over all nations.

 Implications for the Kingdom of God

The concept of God’s uniqueness is foundational to understanding the Kingdom of God. Jesus, as the Messiah-King, inaugurates a kingdom that reflects the incomparable nature of God Himself. This kingdom operates on principles that are radically different from earthly empires, characterized by truth, compassion, and forgiveness.

The phrase “There is none like You” implies that God’s kingdom is likewise unique. It is not limited by geographical boundaries or temporal constraints. Instead, it is an eternal reign that encompasses “every square inch” of creation, Abraham Kuyper as famously stated.

 Transformative Power for Believers

Recognizing that there is none like our God transforms how believers view themselves and their place in the world. It instills a sense of awe and worship, as we contemplate a Being so far beyond our comprehension yet intimately involved in our lives.

This concept also challenges believers to reflect God’s unique character in their own lives. As subjects of this incomparable King, Christians are called to live in ways that demonstrate the distinctive nature of God’s rule. This involves embodying the compassion, justice, and love that characterize God’s kingdom.

The biblical assertion that “There is none like You” serves as a cornerstone for understanding God’s nature, Christ’s role, and the believer’s place in the Kingdom. It reminds us that we serve a God who is utterly unique, whose ways are higher than our ways, and whose kingdom transcends all earthly powers. As we grasp this truth, we are inspired to live lives that reflect the incomparable nature of our King, Jesus Christ.

Disciple-Maker’s Short Story

“A Taste of Truth”

The soft glow of candlelight danced across the faces of Will and Janet as they sat at their favorite corner table in Bangkok Spice. The aroma of lemongrass and ginger wafted through the air, mingling with the quiet murmur of conversation around them. At 65, their love had only deepened, like a fine wine aging to perfection.

Janet’s eyes twinkled as she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “You won’t believe what happened during my Bible study this week, Will.”

Will raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Do tell, my dear.”

“Well, we were discussing the uniqueness of Christ, and Sarah – you know, the new girl – she piped up and said, ‘But don’t we all serve the same god, just with different names?'” Janet’s brow furrowed. “I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. How would you have handled that, Will?”

Will’s eyes softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He reached across the table, taking Janet’s hand in his. “Ah, the age-old question of universalism. It’s a tricky one, isn’t it?”

Just then, their server approached – a young man with kind eyes and a name tag that read ‘Hasan.’ As he set down their steaming plates of Pad Thai, Will felt a nudge from the Holy Spirit.

“Hasan,” Will began, his voice warm and inviting, “if you don’t mind me asking, what faith do you follow?”

Hasan’s eyes lit up. “I am Muslim, sir. But please, do not worry – we all have one god, we just call him different names, yes?”

Will nodded thoughtfully, seeing Janet lean in with interest. “That’s a common belief, Hasan. But you know, I’ve found something truly unique in Jesus Christ.”

Hasan tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “How so?”

Will’s eyes sparkled with passion as he spoke. “You see, Hasan, the Bible tells us in Jeremiah 10:6-7 that there is none like our God. He’s not just another name for a universal deity – He’s utterly unique in His nature and His actions.”

Janet watched in awe as Will continued, his words flowing with gentle conviction.

“Jesus claimed to be God in the flesh, Hasan. He performed miracles, taught with unparalleled authority, and ultimately rose from the dead. These aren’t just stories – they’re historical events that set Him apart from any other religious figure.”

Hasan’s brow furrowed, but he listened intently.

Will leaned in, his voice softening. “But what truly makes Jesus unique is His love, Hasan. And He didn’t just teach about God’s love – He demonstrated it by sacrificing Himself for us. He offers forgiveness and a personal relationship with God that no other faith can match. Which gives Him the right to say; “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father but through Me.”

Janet’s eyes welled with tears as she witnessed her husband’s gentle yet powerful testimony.

Hasan stood silent for a moment, clearly processing Will’s words. “I… I have never thought of it that way before,” he admitted. “You have given me much to consider, sir.”

As Hasan excused himself, Janet squeezed Will’s hand. “That was beautiful, darling. You’ve shown me exactly how to address this issue – with love, respect, and unwavering truth.”

Will smiled, a hint of moisture in his own eyes. “It’s all Him, Janet. Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. There truly is none like Him.”

As they savored their meal, both Will and Janet felt a renewed sense of purpose. Their date night had become more than just a romantic evening – it was a reminder of their calling to share the incomparable love of Christ with a world hungry for truth.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of candlelight and the lingering aroma of Thai spices, they silently recommitted themselves to being living testimonies of the unique and transformative power of Jesus Christ.

Shocking Truths – #102

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Welcome Back! Today, we’ll be looking at the Gospel of John to see how Jesus used “shocking mysterious truths” to cull out true disciples.  

So let’s dive in.

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John 6:42–71

They were asking, “Is this not Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How then can He say, ‘I have come down from heaven?’” “Stop grumbling among yourselves,” Jesus replied. “No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him, and I will raise him up at the last day. It is written in the Prophets: ‘And they will all be taught by God.’ Everyone who has heard the Father and learned from Him comes to Me— not that anyone has seen the Father except the One who is from God; only He has seen the Father. Truly, truly, I tell you, he who believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, yet they died. This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that anyone may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. And this bread, which I will give for the life of the world, is My flesh.”

At this, the Jews began to argue among themselves, “How can this man give us His flesh to eat?” So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I tell you, unless you eat the flesh and drink the blood of the Son of Man, you have no life in you. Whoever eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For My flesh is real food, and My blood is real drink. Whoever eats My flesh and drinks My blood remains in Me, and I in him. Just as the living Father sent Me and I live because of the Father, so also the one who feeds on Me will live because of Me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Unlike your fathers, who ate the manna and died, the one who eats this bread will live forever.” Jesus said this while teaching in the synagogue in Capernaum.

On hearing it, many of His disciples said, “This is a difficult teaching. Who can accept it?” Aware that His disciples were grumbling about this teaching, Jesus asked them, “Does this offend you? Then what will happen if you see the Son of Man ascend to where He was before? The Spirit gives life; the flesh profits nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they are life. However, there are some of you who do not believe.” (For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray Him.) Then Jesus said, “This is why I told you that no one can come to Me unless the Father has granted it to him.”

From that time on many of His disciples turned back and no longer walked with Him. So Jesus asked the Twelve, “Do you want to leave too?” Simon Peter replied, “Lord, to whom would we go? You have the words of eternal life. We believe and know that You are the Holy One of God.” Jesus answered them, “Have I not chosen you, the Twelve? Yet one of you is a devil!” He was speaking about Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot. For although Judas was one of the Twelve, he was later to betray Jesus.

My Thoughts

When we read John 6 today we may not quite get the same repulsive feelings the Jews of the day did. I mean we have sanitized what Jesus is saying to be normal and spiritual and tidy. We have the Lord’s Supper to soften the intellectual blow and make it more acceptable than it was to the original audience.

Let’s step into their sandals for a second. If you had no background, no context, wouldn’t we be just as shocked? “Jesus, are you talking about cannibalism here? This is absolutely grossing me out and I’m outta here!”

So why in the world would Jesus do this to His “followers.” Why did He have to be so vague and edgy? We have to go back to the question, “What is the motivation for association?” Some of them were there for the free fish and chips. Some were a little more spiritual but when challenged with a deeper theological truth, they might have said, “Well, I’m not THAT spiritual!” The bottom line is that they weren’t looking for a relationship with God on Jesus’ terms, they wanted it on their own terms. And Jesus drops a theological bombshell on all of that. 

If you really want to follow Jesus, it means being challenged intellectually and walking with Him long enough to get clarity on many of the things He was teaching. I believe many “followers” today are being fed shallow platitudes and Pixie Dust Theology. All you have to do is “be you” and everything is going to be alright between you and God. Uh…not according to Jesus. Jesus has raised the bar so high that the ”casual follower” is no follower at all. If we are going to follow Him, we have to be all in. So much so that, when He says something we don’t understand or agree with, we assume He has the best way or answers, not us. The good news is that HE does have the best way or answers. We just have to be patient and curious enough to allow Him to reveal these things to us. In the meantime we say with Peter; 

“Lord, to whom would we go? You have the words of eternal life. We believe and know that You are the Holy One of God.”

My Story

As a disciple-maker, I have to admit I’m not very good at this. I’m probably over pastoral in my approach but there have been a few occasions where I have “come off the top ropes,” (This is a Professional Wrestling expression that denotes being very aggressive). I have a saying, “If you ever want to see a pastor go prophet, mess with the sheep.” And for the sake of protecting the sheep, there have been a handful of occasions where I had to deliver a shocking truth. I’ve told people that the man or woman they were going to marry was going to be a big mistake. I saw the trainwreck coming from a mile away. Other times, I’ve been a dissenting voice on a leadership team that was making unethical decisions (or sketchy ones at the very least). And there have been “followers” of Jesus that I’ve told they were in sin and needed to repent. And here’s the hard part for me. All of this “truth telling” is at the risk of forfeiting the relationship just like Jesus did in John 6. As disciple-makers, to identify 4th Soil people, we must be like Jesus by highlighting spiritual truths that are not only accurate but may also reveal real motivations.

Our Action Plan

Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;

  • Do a personal inventory. Are you willing to risk a relationship for the sake of the truth?
  • Do a Bible study with those you are discipling on how Jesus brought the truth to bear in people’s lives.
  • Pray that God would help you make disciples like Jesus did, full of grace and truth (John 1:14).

In John 6, Jesus uses shocking language about eating his flesh and drinking his blood to challenge his followers and reveal their true motivations. This provocative teaching serves to separate genuine disciples willing to wrestle with difficult truths from casual followers seeking an easy path, highlighting Jesus’ call for total commitment and trust even when his words are difficult to understand.

Verdad impactante – 102

¡Bienvenidos nuevamente! Hoy, analizaremos el Evangelio de Juan para ver cómo Jesús utilizó “verdades impactantes y misteriosas” para seleccionar verdaderos discípulos.

Así que profundicemos.

Juan 6:42-71

Y decían: «¿No es éste Jesús, el hijo de José, cuyo padre y madre nosotros conocemos? ¿Cómo puede decir: “He bajado del cielo”?» Jesús les respondió: «No murmuréis entre vosotros. Nadie puede venir a mí si el Padre que me envió no lo atrae; y yo lo resucitaré en el día final. Está escrito en los profetas: “Y todos serán enseñados por Dios”. Todo el que oyó al Padre y aprendió de él viene a mí; no es que alguien haya visto al Padre, sino el que viene de Dios; sólo él ha visto al Padre. En verdad, en verdad os digo: el que cree tiene vida eterna. Yo soy el pan de vida. Vuestros padres comieron el maná en el desierto, y murieron. Éste es el pan que baja del cielo, para que el que de él coma, no muera. Yo soy el pan vivo que bajó del cielo. Si alguno come de este pan, vivirá para siempre. Y este pan que yo daré es mi carne para la vida del mundo.

En ese momento los judíos comenzaron a discutir entre sí: «¿Cómo puede éste darnos a comer su carne?» Jesús les respondió: «En verdad, en verdad les digo: si no comen la carne y beben la sangre del Hijo del hombre, no tienen vida en ustedes. El que come mi carne y bebe mi sangre, tiene vida eterna, y yo lo resucitaré en el último día. Porque mi carne es verdadera comida y mi sangre es verdadera bebida. El que come mi carne y bebe mi sangre, permanece en mí y yo en él. Así como me envió el Padre que vive, y yo vivo por el Padre, así también el que me come, vivirá por mí. Éste es el pan que bajó del cielo. A diferencia de sus padres, que comieron el maná y murieron, el que come de este pan vivirá para siempre». Jesús dijo esto mientras enseñaba en la sinagoga de Cafarnaúm.

Al oír esto, muchos de sus discípulos dijeron: «Esta enseñanza es difícil. ¿Quién la puede aceptar?» Jesús, al darse cuenta de que sus discípulos murmuraban por esta enseñanza, les preguntó: «¿Esto os ofende? ¿Qué pasará, pues, si veis al Hijo del hombre subir adonde estaba antes? El Espíritu es el que da vida, la carne para nada aprovecha. Las palabras que os he dicho son espíritu y son vida; sin embargo, hay algunos de vosotros que no creen.» (Jesús sabía desde el principio quiénes eran los que no creían y quién lo iba a traicionar). Entonces Jesús dijo: «Por eso os he dicho que nadie puede venir a mí si el Padre no se lo concede.»

A partir de entonces, muchos de sus discípulos se apartaron de él y ya no andaban con él. Entonces Jesús preguntó a los Doce: «¿También vosotros queréis marcharos?» Simón Pedro le respondió: «Señor, ¿a quién iremos? Tú tienes palabras de vida eterna. Nosotros creemos y sabemos que tú eres el Santo de Dios.» Jesús les respondió: «¿No os he elegido yo a vosotros, los Doce? Sin embargo, uno de vosotros es un diablo.» Se refería a Judas, hijo de Simón Iscariote. Porque aunque Judas era uno de los Doce, más tarde traicionaría a Jesús.

Mis Pensamientos

Cuando leemos hoy Juan 6, puede que no sintamos exactamente los mismos sentimientos repulsivos que sintieron los judíos de la época. Quiero decir, hemos depurado lo que Jesús está diciendo para que sea normal, espiritual y ordenado. Tenemos la Cena del Señor para suavizar el golpe intelectual y hacerlo más aceptable de lo que era para la audiencia original.

Pongámonos en sus zapatos por un segundo. Si no tuviéramos antecedentes, ningún contexto, ¿no estaríamos igualmente sorprendidos? “Jesús, ¿estás hablando de canibalismo aquí? ¡Esto me da asco y me voy de aquí!”.

Entonces, ¿por qué demonios haría Jesús esto a sus “seguidores”? ¿Por qué tuvo que ser tan vago y provocador? Tenemos que volver a la pregunta: “¿Cuál es la motivación para la asociación?” Algunos de ellos estaban allí por el pescado y las papas fritas gratis. Algunos eran un poco más espirituales, pero cuando se les desafió con una verdad teológica más profunda, podrían haber dicho: “¡Bueno, yo no soy TAN espiritual!”. En definitiva, no buscaban una relación con Dios en los términos de Jesús, sino en los suyos propios. Y Jesús lanza una bomba teológica sobre todo eso.

Si realmente quieres seguir a Jesús, significa que debes ser desafiado intelectualmente y caminar con Él el tiempo suficiente para obtener claridad sobre muchas de las cosas que estaba enseñando. Creo que a muchos “seguidores” de hoy se les están dando clichés superficiales y la Teología del Polvo de Hadas. Todo lo que tienes que hacer es “ser tú mismo” y todo estará bien entre tú y Dios. Eh… no según Jesús. Jesús ha puesto el listón tan alto que el “seguidor casual” no es un seguidor en absoluto. Si vamos a seguirlo, tenemos que estar completamente comprometidos. Tanto que, cuando Él dice algo que no entendemos o con lo que no estamos de acuerdo, asumimos que Él tiene la mejor manera o las mejores respuestas, no nosotros. La buena noticia es que Él sí tiene la mejor manera o las mejores respuestas. Solo tenemos que ser pacientes y lo suficientemente curiosos como para permitirle que nos revele estas cosas. Mientras tanto, decimos con Pedro:

Señor, ¿a quién iremos? Tú tienes palabras de vida eterna. Nosotros creemos y sabemos que tú eres el Santo de Dios.

Mi Historia

Como hacedor de discípulos, tengo que admitir que no soy muy bueno en esto. Probablemente mi enfoque sea demasiado pastoral, pero ha habido algunas ocasiones en las que he “salido de las cuerdas superiores” (esta es una expresión de lucha libre profesional que denota ser muy agresivo). Tengo un dicho: “Si alguna vez quieres ver a un pastor convertirse en profeta, métete con las ovejas”. Y por el bien de proteger a las ovejas, ha habido un puñado de ocasiones en las que he tenido que decir una verdad impactante. He dicho a la gente que el hombre o la mujer con el que se iban a casar iba a ser un gran error. Vi venir el desastre a una milla de distancia. Otras veces, he sido una voz disidente en un equipo de liderazgo que estaba tomando decisiones poco éticas (o, por lo menos, dudosas). Y ha habido “seguidores” de Jesús a los que les he dicho que estaban en pecado y que necesitaban arrepentirse. Y aquí está la parte difícil para mí. Todo este “decir la verdad” implica el riesgo de perder la relación, tal como lo hizo Jesús en Juan 6. Como hacedores de discípulos, para identificar a las personas del 4º Suelo, debemos ser como Jesús al destacar verdades espirituales que no solo son precisas, sino que también pueden revelar motivaciones reales.

Nuestro Plan de Acción

Ahora es el momento de ponerlo en práctica. Aquí tienes algunas ideas:

Haz un inventario personal. ¿Estás dispuesto a arriesgar una relación por causa de la verdad?

Haz un estudio bíblico con aquellos a quienes estás discipulando sobre cómo Jesús trajo la verdad a la vida de las personas.

Ora para que Dios te ayude a hacer discípulos como Jesús, llenos de gracia y de verdad (Juan 1:14).

En Juan 6, Jesús usa un lenguaje impactante acerca de comer su carne y beber su sangre para desafiar a sus seguidores y revelar sus verdaderas motivaciones. Esta enseñanza provocadora sirve para separar a los discípulos genuinos dispuestos a luchar con verdades difíciles de los seguidores casuales que buscan un camino fácil, destacando el llamado de Jesús al compromiso y la confianza totales incluso cuando sus palabras son difíciles de entender.

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The Calling – Chapter 21 – Second Chances

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Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go.”

Joshua 1:9

Shattered Dreams

Wade and Jay had been moved to private hospital rooms and were just waiting for the final evals and release. The sterile white walls seemed to close in on Wade as he sat on the edge of his bed, flexing his new prosthetic hand. The advanced cybernetic limb responded fluidly to his neural commands, the new technological wonders now available to wounded warriors. Yet, as he gazed at the NanoFlex digits, he was lost in thought. So much had happened in such a short period of time. He was already coming up on his second year in the Corps but it felt like he had enlisted yesterday.

A sharp knock at the door interrupted his daze. “Come in,” Wade called out, straightening his posture.

Captain Hollister, company commander for Echo Company, strode into the room, his face a mask of professional detachment. “Corporal Kovacs,” he began, his tone carefully neutral, “how are you feeling?”

Wade stood, offering a crisp salute. “Much better, sir. Ready to return to duty.”

Hollister nodded, but the tightness around his eyes betrayed his discomfort. “At ease, Corporal. I’m here to discuss your future in the Corps.”

A cold dread settled in Wade’s stomach. “Sir?”

The captain sighed, his facade cracking slightly. “I’m sorry, Corporal. But with your prosthetic… you’re disqualified from Ranger training.”

The words hit Wade like a physical blow. He felt the air leave his lungs as if he’d been sucker-punched. “But sir,” he protested, his voice strained, “I can still perform all required duties. The prosthetic is state-of-the-art—”

Hollister held up a hand, silencing him. “I know, Corporal. And if you were already a Ranger, it wouldn’t be an issue. But for candidates…the regulations are clear. And besides, we need good Marines like you to boost our morale. I’ve already seen the impact you and your fellow Marines have had on not only your platoon, but the entire company. No, it’s best to settle in and contribute where you’re needed most.”

Wade’s mind raced, searching for arguments, loopholes, anything to change this devastating verdict. But the finality in Hollister’s eyes told him it was futile. His dream, the driving force behind every decision he’d made for years, was slipping away.

“I understand, sir,” Wade managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hollister’s expression softened slightly. “You’re one fine Marine, Kovacs. This doesn’t change that. Take some time, and we’ll discuss your options when you’re cleared for duty.”

With a final nod, the captain left, leaving Wade alone with the crushing weight of shattered aspirations.

Return to New Quantico

The following week passed in a blur of final medical checks. Wade went through the motions mechanically, his usual enthusiasm dampened by the lingering shadow of his disqualification. Even Jay’s constant attempts at humor did little to lift his spirits.

Finally, on a crisp autumn morning, Wade and Jay found themselves standing outside the hospital, duffel bags at their feet. The familiar weight of their dress uniforms felt both comforting and strange after weeks in hospital scrubs.

Jay clapped a hand on Wade’s shoulder. “Ready to rejoin the land of the living, brother?”

Wade managed a weak smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

They boarded the waiting transport, the hum of the engines a stark contrast to the sterile quiet of the hospital. As they lifted off, bound for New Quantico, Wade found his gaze drawn to the prosthetic hand resting in his lap. It was a constant reminder of what he’d lost – and what he could no longer achieve.

Only five miles away, the sprawling expanse of New Quantico came into view, its training grounds and barracks a hive of activity even from the air. As they touched down, Wade felt a mixture of emotions wash over him – relief at returning to familiar surroundings, anxiety about facing his fellow Marines, and a deep-seated uncertainty about his future.

Their arrival didn’t go unnoticed. As they stepped off the transport, a blur of motion caught Wade’s eye. Before he could react, Mayumi had thrown her arms around him in a fierce hug.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed, her usual composure cracking with genuine joy. Bikram wasn’t far behind, grinning broadly as he embraced Jay.

“Careful, Kato,” Wade chuckled, wincing slightly. “Still a bit tender.”

Mayumi stepped back, her eyes widening as she noticed his prosthetic for the first time. “Oh, Wade,” she said softly, her expression a mix of sympathy and admiration.

Wade squeezed NanoFlex fingers into a fist, forcing a smile. “Latest model. The docs say I’ll be back to full duty in no time.”

Jay, ever perceptive, quickly steered the conversation to lighter topics. “So, what’d we miss? Please tell me the chow hall’s improved while we were gone.”

Bikram laughed, shaking his head. “Dream on, brother. Same old slop, I’m afraid.”

As they made their way to the barracks, swapping stories and catching up, Wade felt a small spark of his old self returning. These were his people, his family. And Kristen, his new love, was only a stone’s throw away in town.

The four burst into their new quarters, tossing duffels onto bunks with practiced ease. As they settled in, the air buzzed with excited chatter.

“Can you believe that Skravak conspiracy?” Mayumi shook her head. “I got a feeling they’ll be unraveling this for a while.”

Bikram grinned, fingering the medal on his chest. “At least we got some shiny hardware out of our last mission.”

“Speaking of hardware,” Wade mumbled, flexing his mechanical hand.

The mood shifted as they turned to the future. Mayumi’s eyes lit up. “Guess what? They’ve offered me a spot in Platoon Leaders Class. I could be an intel officer!”

Bikram’s smile faded. “That’s great, May. But I’ve seen enough. I’m out as soon as my time’s up.”

All eyes turned to Jay. He squirmed, not wanting to bring up a sore subject. “Well… I’ve given it a lot of thought. Prayed about it, you know? I think I need to stick to my original plan.”

Bikram’s eyebrows shot up. “Ranger School, then?”

Jay nodded. “Yeah, once I’m back in fighting shape and get a class date.”

Mayumi beamed at Wade. “That’s awesome! You two’ll be going together, right?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Wade held up his mechanical hand. “Not exactly. This new gear… it’s calling the shots now.” For the first time Wade detected his own disappointment in what God was doing in his life and so did the others.

Jay cleared his throat, desperate to break the tension. “Hey, who else is starving? Let’s hit the chow hall. I hear they’re serving up some prime Skravak steaks and stasis fluid!”

Laughter erupted, the heavy moment passing. Bikram snorted, “Only you could make a gut bomb sound appetizing, Jay!”

As they filed out, the banter continued, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in the air. The future, it seemed, held different paths for each of them.

Beyond the Rangers

The weeks that followed saw Wade throwing himself into his duties with renewed vigor. If he couldn’t be a Ranger, he’d be the best Marine Regular he could be. His prosthetic became an extension of himself, and soon he was outperforming many of his able-bodied comrades in physical training.

But it wasn’t all work. In the evenings, Wade found solace in his budding relationship with Kristen. Their dates became a bright spot in his otherwise regimented life, a reminder that there was more to existence than military life.

One balmy evening, they strolled hand-in-hand through a small park on the outskirts of the base. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over everything.

“You seem different today,” Kristen observed, her blue eyes studying Wade’s face. “More… at peace.”

Wade leaned back, his eyes distant. “You know, I think I’m finally starting to come to terms with everything.”

Kristen tilted her head, curious. “Yeah?”

“Remember the other night, in Bible study when we were diving into Ephesians?”

“Chapter two,” Kristen nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

Wade’s face lit up. “Exactly. Verses 8 through 10… man, they hit me like a ton of bricks.”

Kristen closed her eyes for a moment, reciting, “For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.”

“That’s it,” Wade said softly. He ran a hand through his hair, gathering his thoughts. “I was thinking about how lost I was before… well, before I found Jesus. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say before He found me.”

Kristen listened intently as Wade continued, his words picking up speed.

“I was such a mess, you know? And I realized I hadn’t done a single thing to deserve God’s love. But He put the right people in my path, people who told me about His mercy, His majesty as the Creator King.” Wade’s eyes shone. “His grace drew me in. And then… then He gave me purpose. Something way bigger than the selfish stuff I was chasing before.”

He paused, his voice growing softer. “And to think, this was His design all along. Even before I was born, He knew me. He was thinking about me. He had this plan, and it was good.”

Wade straightened up, a new resolve in his posture. “So I figured, why not trust Him? Be thankful that He’s got me right where He wants me, you know? I want to serve Him, wherever He puts me.” He shrugged, a wry smile on his face. “My path might not look like what I imagined, but… that’s okay. More than okay, actually.”

Kristen squeezed his hand – his prosthetic one – without hesitation. “You’re an extraordinary man, Wade Kovacs. Ranger or not, you’re going to do great things. I can feel it.”

Her unwavering faith in him warmed Wade’s heart. He pulled her close, savoring the moment of connection. Whatever the future held, he was grateful to have Kristen by his side.

Meeting the Admiral

As Wade and Kristen strolled hand in hand through the park one evening, she turned to him with a mix of excitement and nervousness in her eyes. “Wade, I think it’s time you met my parents,” she said softly. “My father, Admiral Kitzler, is home from deployment, and he and my mother want to have you over for dinner.”

Wade felt a flutter of anxiety in his stomach. Meeting Kristen’s parents was a big step, especially given the Admiral’s high rank. “Of course,” he replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt. “I’d be honored.”

A few days later, Wade found himself standing outside the Kitzlers’ quarters, tugging nervously at his dress uniform. Kristen squeezed his hand reassuringly before leading him inside. The Admiral and his wife, Sarah, greeted him warmly. Despite the older couple’s casual demeanor, which seemed almost too relaxed, Wade couldn’t shake the feeling of being under intense scrutiny.

Sarah Kitzler served dinner, which was a simple yet delightful meal, centered around the warmth of love. She used everyday plates and utensils, which put Wade at ease. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and lighthearted stories, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere. Wade quickly sensed that there was no rank here; the Admiral and his wife welcomed him as family. He found himself enjoying the meal without the burden of perfect manners, allowing himself to fully embrace this ordinary yet extraordinary moment. All of this was a pleasant and welcomed surprise. As he watched Kristin interact with her mother, he couldn’t help but see the clear resemblance of her beauty and charm. Her mother embodied the refined grace of a military wife—confident and poised, yet refreshingly free from the typical hauteur associated with wives of high-ranking officers.

As the meal came to an end, Wade’s earlier comfort shifted into a mix of nervousness and determination. He loved Kristen deeply and knew he wanted to spend his life with her. Taking a deep breath, he expressed his gratitude to Sarah for the wonderful meal before turning to the Admiral. “Sir, may I speak with you privately?”

The Admiral nodded, leading Wade to the only available private space – the master bedroom. Wade shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the intimate setting. Gathering his courage, he began, “Admiral, I want you to know that I’m very attracted to your daughter.”

To Wade’s surprise, the Admiral’s expression hardened. He reached for a well-worn Bible on the nightstand and opened it to the book of Job. In a firm voice, he read, “I have made a covenant with my eyes; how then could I gaze at a virgin?”

Realizing the misunderstanding, Wade’s eyes widened in panic. “No, no! It’s not like that at all, sir!” he stammered. “I’m not confessing lust. I’m asking for your blessing to marry Kristen!”

The tension in the room dissipated instantly. The Admiral’s stern expression melted into a warm smile. “Oh, I was just pulling your leg, son,” he chuckled. “Kristen has been telling us about you for months. Of course you have our blessing. Sarah and I would be delighted to welcome you into the family. We were wondering what took you so long!”

Overwhelmed with relief and joy, Wade thanked the Admiral profusely. They rejoined the others, and Wade couldn’t contain his smile as he looked at Kristen. Later that evening, as they walked together under the stars, Wade recounted the awkward misunderstanding to Kristen, who alternated between laughter and happy tears.

“I can’t believe you managed to turn a marriage proposal into a near-disaster,” she teased, her eyes shining with love.

Wade grinned sheepishly. “Well, I guess it’s a story we’ll be telling our grandkids someday.” He pulled her close, marveling at how his life had changed. From a lost young man to a Marine with purpose, and now, a soon-to-be husband. As they walked, Wade silently thanked God for the path that had led him to this moment of incredible joy.

The Waiver Revelation

The mess hall buzzed with the usual cacophony of voices and clattering trays. Wade navigated the crowded space, his tray balanced carefully in his prosthetic hand. He was so focused on not spilling his coffee that he nearly collided with a broad-chested officer in Ranger fatigues.

“Watch where you’re going, Marine!” a familiar gravelly voice barked.

Wade’s head snapped up, recognition dawning. “Lieutenant Venn?” he blurted, then quickly corrected himself. “I mean, Captain, sir. My apologies.”

Captain Darris Venn’s cybernetic eye whirred as it focused on Wade’s face. “Well, I’ll be,” he growled, a hint of a smile tugging at his craggy features. “Corporal Kovacs. The hotshot from Mars who was so eager to be a Ranger and then went out and made himself a hero before he even got through the gauntlet.”

“Yes sir!” Wade replied, snapping to attention as best he could while holding his tray. “…I mean no sir, I’m not a hero. Just a Marine.”

Venn waved him off. “At ease, Corporal. You’re much more than ‘just a Marine.’ Join me for chow. That’s an order.”

They found a relatively quiet corner of the mess hall, and Venn fixed Wade with an appraising stare. “I’ve heard about your exploits, Kovacs. That business with the Skravak ship… impressive work.”

“Thank you, sir,” Wade said, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. “Just doing my duty.”

Venn nodded, taking a swig of his coffee. “So, when are you shipping out to Ranger School? A Marine with your record, I’d expect you to be halfway through the course by now.”

Wade’s expression fell, his gaze dropping to his prosthetic hand. “I… I can’t, sir. The prosthetic disqualifies me as a candidate.”

Venn’s cybernetic eye whirred again, focusing on Wade’s hand. For a long moment, he said nothing, simply studying the young Marine before him. When he spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically gentle.

“You know, Kovacs, I’m surprised at you. The eager young recruit I met on Mars wouldn’t have given up so easily.”

Wade’s head snapped up, confusion evident on his face. “Sir?”

Venn leaned forward, his voice low and intense. “Listen up, Marine, you’re still a little dense. The Corps has a waiver for almost everything. Including Ranger candidates with prosthetics.”

Hope flared in Wade’s chest, so bright it was almost painful. “But… my C.O. said—”

“Your C.O. isn’t a Ranger…is he?” Venn cut him off. “He doesn’t know every loophole and exception. But I do.” He fixed Wade with a steely gaze. “The question is, Corporal, do you still want it? Are you willing to fight for it?”

Wade’s mind raced, possibilities he’d thought forever closed suddenly reopening before him. He met Venn’s gaze, his voice firm and resolute. “Absolutely, sir!”

A rare smile crossed Venn’s face. “Good. Because I’d hate for good material to go to waste, Kovacs. I’m here on a special assignment, digging deeper into those mining operations tied to the government scandal. I’m headed out tomorrow but I’ll put in a good word for you. The Ranger net is pretty tight, it’ll get to regimental headquarters before you can blink.

Wade’s heart pounded in his chest. This was it – a second chance, the opportunity to pursue the dream. “I’m in, sir,” he said without hesitation. “Whatever it takes.”

Venn leaned back and slapped the table, “Perfect, Corporal, remember, you got to do your part. Get in shape, put in the proper paperwork through channels, and don’t quit on me. Is that clear?

Roger that, sir! Crystal clear! Wade said with a renewed confidence.

Old Friends and New Rangers

“Wade? Is that you?”

The familiar voice cut through the mess hall chatter, causing Wade to turn. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw Briggs and Alex approaching, both sporting the distinctive Ranger tab on the left shoulders of their fatigues.

“Oh sorry, Sir,” Briggs addressed Captain Venn, snapping to attention. “We apologize for the interruption, but we couldn’t help noticing our old bootmate.”

Venn looked at Wade with a smirk, pumping his thumb over his shoulder, “You know these two knuckleheads?”

Wade sarcastically replied with a grin, “I’ve never seen these two losers before in my life!”

All four laughed at the obvious joke.

“Very well,” Venn nodded, a hint of amusement in his gruff voice. “I’ll leave you to catch up. Standing to his feet, the Captain looked at his two newly assigned Rangers. “You know what time you need to be in formation, don’t be late.” Then turning to Wade, he added, “Kovacs, remember what we discussed.” With that, Venn strode away, leaving the reunited friends.

As soon as Venn was out of earshot, Briggs let out a low whistle. “Man, Wade, your ugly mug has been plastered all over the news feeds! Taking down that Skravak ship, exposing the conspiracy… you’ve been busy, bro.”

Wade felt a flush of embarrassment. “Just doing my job. But look at you two! Already tabbed! That’s incredible! Has it been six months?”

Alex’s normally jovial face turned serious. “It was no joke, hermano. Ranger School…everyday I said to myself, ‘I’ll quit tomorrow! But tomorrow never came.”

Briggs nodded solemnly. “Remember how brutal D I S was? Ranger School made that look like a vacation. No sleep and no chow. The weather and terrain could make a grown man cry. And you thought the DIs were bad. The RIs were sadistic as all get out! “

“Not to mention the constant mental challenges,” Alex added. “The Science and Exploration Phase caused me permanent brain damage! And to wrap it all up with the Flight Phase, Drop Pods are child’s play. One little mistake you could be recycled in that phase or be sent back to Day 1… or die.”

Wade listened intently, a mix of admiration and longing in his eyes. “I can only imagine. How long did it take you guys to complete?”

Briggs chuckled darkly. “Six months. That’s 180 days of pure misery. We started with 200 candidates. Only 77 of us made it through.”

“The swamp phase was the worst,” Alex grimaced. “Wading through waist-deep water, carrying heavy rucks, always being harassed by the OPFOR. I still have nightmares about the leeches and snakes.”

Wade winced sympathetically. “Sounds brutal. But you made it through and without being recycled. I’m stoked for you guys!”

Briggs clapped Wade on the shoulder. “Thanks, brother. But enough about us. What were you talking to the Captain about? Anything to do with those mining operations?”

Wade nodded, his expression turning serious. “We didn’t talk much about that. Just that you guys were deploying tomorrow. He asked when I was going to Ranger School. I told him my new C.O. told me I was disqualified because of my prosthetic.” Holding his hand in the air and the two friends noticing for the first time.

“Dude!” Briggs blurted out looking at Wade’s missing hand with astonishment. “We had no idea! Did you lose it on the last recon op?”

“Yeah, but your Captain just told me I could apply for a waiver and that he’d put in a good word for me at Regiment.”

Alex nodded in approval, “I like the Old Man. He’s already shown us we are in good hands under his command. I wouldn’t want to be in any other company. Charlie Two Seven Five! When you graduate, and you will, ask to join the real men.

Wade looked at him with a smirk, “Remember my buddy Jay? Yeah, he shipped out to Ranger School yesterday and is headed to One Seven Five. I heard that “First Bat” had the real men.”

They all laughed but their joviality was cut short by an ear piercing wale of air raid sirens. Captain Venn stood to his feet in the middle of the mess hall and shouted, “Marines and Sailors report to your units! Rangers outside, on me! This is not a drill! 

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Kingdom Kernel #2 – The Unstoppable Force

1 But there will be no more gloom for her who was in anguish; in earlier times He treated the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali with contempt, but later on He shall make it glorious, by the way of the sea, on the other side of Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles. 2 The people who walk in darkness will see a great light; those who live in a dark land, the light will shine on them. 3 You shall multiply the nation, you shall increase their gladness; they will be glad in Your presence as with the gladness of harvest, as men rejoice when they divide the spoil.

4 For You shall break the yoke of their burden and the staff on their shoulders, the rod of their oppressor, as at the battle of Midian. 5 For every boot of the booted warrior in the battle tumult, and cloak rolled in blood, will be for burning, fuel for the fire. 6 For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; and the government will rest on His shoulders; and His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.

7 There will be no end to the increase of His government or of peace, on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish it and to uphold it with justice and righteousness from then on and forevermore. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this. (Isaiah 9:1-7)

Isaiah 9:1-7  – The Unstoppable Force of Divine Passion: God’s Zeal and the Kingdom

In the tapestry of biblical prophecy, Isaiah 9:1-7 stands out as a beacon of hope, illuminating the path from darkness to light. At the heart of this passage lies a powerful declaration: “The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this.” This statement encapsulates the driving force behind God’s plan for His kingdom and His people.

 Understanding Divine Zeal

The Hebrew word for zeal used here is “קִנְאָה – qinʾā,” which carries connotations of ardor, jealousy, and passionate intensity . This zeal is not a mere emotion but an active, consuming force that propels God’s redemptive plan forward. It’s the fire that fuels His commitment to establish His kingdom on earth.

 The Context of Isaiah’s Prophecy

Isaiah speaks to a people walking in darkness, burdened by oppression and gloom. Yet, in this bleak landscape, he proclaims a startling reversal:

– A great light will dawn

– Joy will multiply

– Burdens will be broken

At the center of this transformation is a child whose very names echo with divine authority: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace .

 The Significance of God’s Zeal for His Kingdom

God’s zeal is the guarantee that His kingdom will be established. It’s not just a feeling or wish, but a divine promise backed by the full weight of God’s character and power. This zeal assures us of several key aspects of God’s kingdom:

1. Unstoppable Growth: There will be no end to the increase of His government or peace.

2. Eternal Reign: The Messiah will rule on David’s throne forever.

3. Justice and Righteousness: His kingdom will be upheld with justice and righteousness.

 The Zeal of the Lord in Action

God’s zeal is not a passive attribute but an active force in history and in our lives:

– It drove the incarnation, bringing the promised Messiah into the world.

– It fuels the expansion of God’s kingdom, even in the face of opposition.

– It ensures the fulfillment of every divine promise.

 The Personal Impact of God’s Zeal

For believers, God’s zeal offers profound assurance:

– It guarantees God’s intense love and unstoppable devotion to His people.

– It promises His relentless commitment to accomplish His purpose in our lives.

– It secures our future and salvation in Him.

 Conclusion: The Zeal That Changes Everything

The zeal of the LORD of hosts is not just a historical footnote. It’s an ongoing reality, continuing to work in our world and in our lives. It’s the assurance that God’s promises are not empty words, but certainties backed by divine passion.

As we contemplate the kingdom of God, we can take heart. The same zeal that promised a Savior and brought Him into the world is still at work today. It’s transforming lives, renewing hearts, and moving inexorably toward the day when every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.

The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this. It’s not just a possibility—it’s a divine certainty.

Disciple-Maker’s Short Story

The Warehouse Disciples

The rhythmic hum of conveyor belts and the occasional beep of barcode scanners filled the cavernous warehouse. Amidst the organized chaos of cardboard boxes and forklifts, two figures stood apart, their conversation a stark contrast to the mechanical symphony around them.

Ed, a middle-aged warehouse supervisor with a lean, athletic build and eyes that reflected years of thoughtful experience, leaned against a stack of pallets. Beside him stood Carter, a younger man with eager eyes and a restless energy that seemed barely contained by his work uniform.

“You see, Carter,” Ed began, his voice low but intense, “when Isaiah said ‘The zeal of the LORD of hosts will accomplish this,’ he wasn’t just throwing words around. He was revealing the very engine of God’s kingdom.”

Carter’s brow furrowed. “Zeal? Sounds like a fancy word for motivation.”

Ed chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to soften the harsh fluorescent lighting. “It’s so much more than that, my friend. It’s a divine passion, an unstoppable force. Imagine the most determined person you’ve ever met, then multiply that by infinity. That’s God’s zeal.”

As Ed spoke, his eyes lit up with an inner fire that made Carter lean in closer. “God’s zeal isn’t just about feeling strongly. It’s His guarantee that what He promises, He’ll do. No matter what.”

Carter nodded slowly, his mind grappling with the concept. “So when God says He’ll establish His kingdom…”

“It’s as good as done,” Ed finished. “You can take that to the bank.”

Just then, a coworker named Don walked by, his curiosity piqued by the intensity of their conversation. “What’s this about banks?” he asked, pausing mid-stride.

Ed turned to Don, his face alight with the opportunity. “We’re talking about the most secure investment in the universe, Don. God’s promises.”

Don’s skepticism was evident in his raised eyebrow. “Right. Because those always pan out.”

Instead of being deterred, Ed’s enthusiasm seemed to grow. “Let me ask you this, Don. Have you ever had someone promise you something and then follow through, no matter what?”

Don’s face softened slightly. “Yeah, my grandma. She said she’d be at my graduation, even though she was sick. Made it happen, wheelchair and all.”

Ed nodded encouragingly. “That’s beautiful, Don. Now imagine that kind of determination, but perfect and infinite. That’s God’s zeal. It’s the force behind every promise He makes.”

As Ed spoke, Carter found himself nodding along, the concept crystallizing in his mind. He saw an opening and jumped in. “It’s like… it’s not just that God wants good things for us. He’s actively, passionately working to make them happen.”

Don looked thoughtful, his initial skepticism giving way to curiosity. “Sounds nice, but how do you know it’s real?”

Ed’s response was immediate and heartfelt. “Because I’ve seen it in my own life, Don. When I was at my lowest, feeling like everything was falling apart, I clung to God’s promises. And let me tell you, He came through in ways I couldn’t have imagined.”

As Ed shared his testimony, his words seemed to resonate not just with Don, but with several other coworkers who had drifted over, drawn by the passionate discussion.

Carter, watching this unfold, felt something stir within him. He saw in Ed not just a mentor, but a living example of the very zeal they were discussing. Ed’s passion for God’s kingdom was contagious, and Carter found himself wanting to embody that same unstoppable force.

As their break came to an end and the group dispersed, Carter turned to Ed. “I want to be like that,” he said quietly. “To have that kind of passion, that certainty in God’s promises.”

Ed placed a hand on Carter’s shoulder, his eyes twinkling. “That’s the beauty of it, Carter. God’s zeal isn’t just about Him accomplishing His will. It’s about transforming us in the process. As we align ourselves with His kingdom, that same unstoppable force begins to work through us.”

As they returned to their stations, Carter felt a new sense of purpose. He realized that becoming like Jesus wasn’t about striving harder, but about tapping into the divine zeal that Ed had described. It was about allowing God’s unstoppable passion to flow through him, changing him from the inside out.

The warehouse resumed its rhythmic pace, but for Carter, everything had changed. In the midst of cardboard boxes and inventory lists, he had glimpsed the unstoppable force of divine passion, and he knew he would never be the same.

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Is Jesus Enough? – #101

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Welcome Back! Today, we’ll be looking at the Gospel of John to see how we are to focus on Jesus and Him alone to meet our needs.  

So let’s get started.

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John 6:30–41

So they asked Him, “What sign then will You perform, so that we may see it and believe You? What will You do? Our fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, as it is written: ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.’” Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I tell you, it was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven, but it is My Father who gives you the true bread from heaven. For the bread of God is He who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”

“Sir,” they said, “give us this bread at all times.” Jesus answered, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to Me will never hunger, and whoever believes in Me will never thirst. But as I stated, you have seen Me and still you do not believe. Everyone the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me I will never drive away. For I have come down from heaven, not to do My own will, but to do the will of Him who sent Me. And this is the will of Him who sent Me, that I shall lose none of those He has given Me, but raise them up at the last day. For it is My Father’s will that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in Him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.” At this, the Jews began to grumble about Jesus because He had said, “I am the bread that came down from heaven.” 

My Thoughts 

They were looking for something else. As Jesus had said in John 6:26, “you seek Me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate of the loaves and were filled.” They were looking for bread, for miracles and signs, for something else…besides Jesus. This situation is not unique to this particular place, people, or season. Since the fall of Adam and Eve, we have struggled with wanting something else, anything but a vital, transformative, benevolent relationship with our King and our God.  This is the effect sin has had on every human being since the fall.

But Jesus shares some really good news that, if we’re not careful, we’ll completely miss. He says; 

Everyone the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me I will never drive away.” (John 6:37)

Although the lower nature resists God at every level, He gives us the grace to break the bonds of rebellion and receive the “Bread of Life.” Yes, this is truly good news! God’s grace is strong enough to break even what comes natural to us in our resistance toward Him and make Himself irresistible. The blinders are removed and Jesus becomes the focus of our desires. Jesus is enough!

As disciple-makers we need to let two concepts sink deep into our hearts. First, we are chosen by God and given to His Son, Jesus Christ. It is a part of our identity and it should have serious leverage in our thinking and our actions. And secondly, our value comes from Him not the ministry we do. Yes, God is pleased with our right choices, efforts, and sacrifices but our worth and identity cannot be wrapped up in either our results or lack there of. Jesus is enough in times of fruitfulness and drought. 

My Story

I once was asked by a guy I was discipling, “Isn’t Jesus enough?” Now let me put his statement into context. He was struggling with following Jesus at the most elementary levels. And I have to admit, I was pretty disappointed in his lackluster efforts to even make his statement sound authentic. But even a broken clock is right twice a day. The statement wasn’t addressing his problem, it was addressing mine. He was the only guy I was mentoring. I was in full time ministry and this was the only guy God had given me, my only little one eyed, three legged lamb. And I was miserable. I had expectations. Now that I had been to Bible college, seminary, and was a professional clergy person, people would flock to my influence, right? Nope. My ministry was a spiritual drought zone.

But God was doing a different work in my life. A lesson that was just as important as all those theological and Bible courses I had sat through in school. And that lesson came through the most unlikely person. I was looking to my ministry for identity and worth. I have to admit that his question haunted me for years. But God is patient and will keep working in our hearts and shaping our character until we get it. Finally, I can truly say, Jesus is indeed enough.

Our Action Plan

Now it’s time for application. Here’s some ideas;

  • Do a study looking at characters in the Scriptures that went through dry times and what rescued them.
  • Do a heart inventory. How did you feel the last time very few people (or no people) came to your event? Was God still pleased with your efforts to obey Him?
  • Talk to those you are mentoring about the dangers of getting self worth from ministry results.

Jesus is indeed enough, as He provides all we need for spiritual nourishment and eternal life. This profound truth should shape our identity, worth, and ministry, reminding us that our value comes from Christ alone, not our accomplishments or the fruits of our labor.

¿Es Jesús suficiente? – 101

¡Bienvenidos nuevamente! Hoy, analizaremos el Evangelio de Juan para ver cómo debemos centrarnos en Jesús y solo en Él para satisfacer nuestras necesidades.

Comencemos.

Juan 6:30-41

Entonces le preguntaron: «¿Qué señal, pues, harás, para que la veamos y te creamos? ¿Qué harás? Nuestros padres comieron el maná en el desierto, como está escrito: «Les dio a comer pan del cielo». Jesús les respondió: «De cierto, de cierto os digo: No fue Moisés quien os dio el pan del cielo, sino mi Padre quien os da el verdadero pan del cielo. Porque el pan de Dios es aquel que descendió del cielo y da vida al mundo».

«Señor», le dijeron, «danos siempre de ese pan». Jesús les respondió: «Yo soy el pan de vida. El que a mí viene, nunca tendrá hambre; y el que cree en mí, nunca tendrá sed. Pero, como os dije, me habéis visto, y no creéis. Todo el que el Padre me da, vendrá a mí; y al que a mí viene, no le echo fuera. Porque he descendido del cielo, no para hacer mi voluntad, sino la voluntad del que me envió. Y esta es la voluntad del que me envió: que no pierda a ninguno de los que me ha dado, sino que los resucite en el día final. Porque es la voluntad de mi Padre: que todo aquel que ve al Hijo y cree en él, tenga vida eterna, y yo lo resucitaré en el día final.» Entonces los judíos murmuraban de Jesús, porque había dicho: «Yo soy el pan que bajó del cielo».

Mis Pensamientos

Ellos buscaban algo más. Como Jesús había dicho en Juan 6:26, “me buscáis, no porque habéis visto señales, sino porque comisteis el pan y os saciasteis”. Buscaban pan, milagros y señales, algo más… además de Jesús. Esta situación no es exclusiva de este lugar, pueblo o época en particular. Desde la caída de Adán y Eva, hemos luchado con el deseo de algo más, cualquier cosa menos una relación vital, transformadora y benévola con nuestro Rey y nuestro Dios. Este es el efecto que el pecado ha tenido en cada ser humano desde la caída.

Pero Jesús comparte una muy buena noticia que, si no tenemos cuidado, nos perderemos por completo. Él dice:

“Todo el que el Padre me da, vendrá a mí; y al que a mí viene, no le echo fuera.” (Juan 6:37)

Aunque la naturaleza inferior se resiste a Dios en todos los niveles, Él nos da la gracia de romper las ataduras de la rebelión y recibir el “Pan de Vida”. Sí, ¡esta es verdaderamente una buena noticia! La gracia de Dios es lo suficientemente fuerte como para romper incluso lo que nos resulta natural en nuestra resistencia hacia Él y volverse irresistible. Las anteojeras son quitadas y Jesús se convierte en el centro de nuestros deseos. ¡Jesús es suficiente!

Como hacedores de discípulos, debemos dejar que dos conceptos penetren profundamente en nuestros corazones. Primero, somos elegidos por Dios y entregados a Su Hijo, Jesucristo. Es parte de nuestra identidad y debería tener una influencia seria en nuestro pensamiento y nuestras acciones. Y segundo, nuestro valor proviene de Él, no del ministerio que hacemos. Sí, Dios se complace con nuestras decisiones correctas, esfuerzos y sacrificios, pero nuestro valor e identidad no pueden estar envueltos ni en nuestros resultados ni en la falta de ellos. Jesús es suficiente en tiempos de fructificación y sequía.

Mi Historia

Una vez un muchacho al que estaba discipulando me preguntó: “¿No es suficiente Jesús?”. Ahora, permítanme poner su declaración en contexto. Él estaba luchando por seguir a Jesús en los niveles más elementales. Y tengo que admitir que me decepcionó bastante su deslucido esfuerzo por hacer que su declaración sonara auténtica. Pero hasta un reloj roto da la hora correcta dos veces al día. La declaración no abordaba su problema, abordaba el mío. Él era el único muchacho al que yo estaba asesorando. Yo estaba en el ministerio a tiempo completo y este era el único muchacho que Dios me había dado, mi único corderito tuerto y de tres patas. Y yo era miserable. Tenía expectativas. Ahora que había ido a la universidad bíblica, al seminario y era un clérigo profesional, la gente acudiría en masa a mi influencia, ¿verdad? No. Mi ministerio era una zona de sequía espiritual.

Pero Dios estaba haciendo una obra diferente en mi vida. Una lección que era tan importante como todos esos cursos teológicos y bíblicos que había asistido en la escuela. Y esa lección vino a través de la persona más inesperada. Yo estaba buscando en mi ministerio identidad y valor. Debo admitir que su pregunta me persiguió durante años. Pero Dios es paciente y seguirá trabajando en nuestros corazones y moldeando nuestro carácter hasta que lo logremos. Finalmente, puedo decir con certeza que Jesús es suficiente.

Nuestro Plan de Acción

Ahora es el momento de ponerlas en práctica. Aquí tienes algunas ideas:

Haz un estudio sobre personajes de las Escrituras que pasaron por momentos de sequía y qué fue lo que los rescató.

Haz un inventario de tu corazón. ¿Cómo te sentiste la última vez que muy pocas personas (o ninguna) vinieron a tu evento? ¿Dios todavía estaba complacido con tus esfuerzos por obedecerlo?

Habla con aquellos a quienes estás asesorando sobre los peligros de obtener autoestima de los resultados del ministerio.

Jesús es realmente suficiente, ya que Él nos provee todo lo que necesitamos para el alimento espiritual y la vida eterna. Esta profunda verdad debería moldear nuestra identidad, nuestro valor y nuestro ministerio, recordándonos que nuestro valor proviene únicamente de Cristo, no de nuestros logros o los frutos de nuestro trabajo.

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Chapter 20 – Truth Dawning

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So Jesus was saying to those Jews who had believed Him, “If you continue in My word, then you are truly disciples of Mine; and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.”

John 8:31-32

The Rendezvous

The Thunderhawk’s engines roared as it approached the rendezvous point, a pre-arranged location in a seemingly empty sector of space. As they neared, the sleek silhouette of a Navy destroyer materialized against the backdrop of distant stars. The ship’s markings identified it as the ISC Vigilant.

“That’s our ride,” General Redside announced, a hint of relief in his voice. “Captain Petrov is an old friend. We can trust him.”

The docking procedure was swift and efficient. As the airlock cycled, Captain Petrov himself stood waiting, his weathered face creased with concern. “Incredible, John!” he said, addressing Redside, “When you said you needed a pickup, I didn’t expect… this.”

Redside clasped his friend’s shoulder. “It’s worse than we thought, Sergei . But we’ve got the evidence we need.”

As the Marines disembarked, medical teams swarmed around them, focusing particularly on Wade and Jay. Wade’s fever had spiked during the mission, and the makeshift bandage on his arm was soaked through with blood. Jay, though less visibly injured, moved with the stiffness of someone hiding significant pain.

“Get these two to sickbay immediately,” Petrov ordered. “The rest of you, debriefing room. We don’t have much time.”

As Wade was whisked away on a stretcher, he caught a glimpse of Redside deep in conversation with Petrov, their expressions grave. Then the sickbay doors closed, and the world faded into a haze of antiseptic smells and beeping monitors.

Unveiling the Conspiracy

Days later, Wade awoke to find himself in a pristine hospital room, the steady hum of medical equipment filling the air. A quick glance confirmed that Jay occupied the bed next to him, his friend’s chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep.

A nurse noticed Wade’s movement and approached. “How are you feeling, Corporal?”

Wade tried to sit up, wincing at the effort. “Better, I think. Where are we?”

“Nexus Military Hospital,” the nurse replied. “You’ve been here for two days. Your fever broke yesterday.”

Wade’s mind raced, trying to piece together the events since their return. “The others? Mayumi and Bikram?”

“They’re safe,” a familiar voice answered. General Redside stepped into the room, looking more haggard than Wade had ever seen him. “They’re at New Quantico, under a security detail. We’re not taking any chances.”

Redside pulled up a chair, his voice low. “What you four uncovered… it’s big, Corporal Kovacs. Bigger than we imagined. The Senate hearings started yesterday. Admiral Blankenship and Senator Wang are in custody, along with several others.”

Wade’s eyes widened. “It worked? They believed us?”

Redside nodded grimly. “The evidence was irrefutable. Your testimony, combined with what we recovered from the Skravak ship… it’s blown the lid off a conspiracy that goes back over two centuries.”

As Redside continued to brief Wade on the unfolding situation, news channels across the Confederation buzzed with speculation. Anchors spoke in hushed tones about impending revelations that would “shake the very foundations of our society.” Political commentators debated the implications of high-ranking officials being led away in handcuffs, their faces plastered across every screen.

Several days later, as the medical team finished their final checks on Wade’s condition, and Wade flexed his state of the art prosthetic hand, General Redside stepped into the room, his expression a mix of concern and resolve. He approached Wade’s bedside and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Corporal Kovacs,” he said, his voice steady, “you’ve shown incredible bravery throughout this ordeal. I know the road ahead will be tough, but I want you to remember that you’re not alone. If you ever need anything, come and see me.” Wade nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for the support from his commanding officer. As the general turned to leave, Wade felt a renewed sense of purpose.

The Unexpected Voice

In the following days, as Wade’s strength returned, he found himself at the center of a whirlwind of debriefings, medical examinations, and psych evaluations. The constant scrutiny and retelling of their harrowing experiences began to take its toll.

It was during one of these sessions that Wade first met Dr. Kristen Kitzler. As she entered the room, datapad in hand, Wade was struck by an inexplicable certainty. A voice, clear as day, resonated in his mind: “This is the woman you are going to marry.”

The thought caught him completely off guard, and he struggled to maintain his composure as Dr. Kitzler introduced herself. She was strikingly beautiful, with intelligent blue eyes that seemed to look right through him.

“Corporal Kovacs,” she began, her voice warm and professional, “I’m Dr. Kitzler. I’ve been assigned to work with you as we process the events you’ve experienced.”

Wade nodded, acutely aware of his quickening pulse. “Nice to meet you, Doctor.”

As their session progressed, Wade found himself drawn to Dr. Kitzler’s compassionate demeanor and insightful questions. She had a way of making him feel at ease, even when discussing the most traumatic aspects of his ordeal.

For her part, Kristen found herself intrigued by the young Marine. Unlike many of the Marines and Sailors she had worked with, Wade displayed a remarkable humility when recounting his experiences. There was no bravado, no attempt to paint himself as a hero. Instead, he spoke of his faith, of the strength he drew from his beliefs and his fellow Marines.

Kristen Kitzler grew up in a devout Christian family, her faith deeply rooted in the traditions and values passed down through generations. Her father, Captain Marcus Kitzler, served as a Navy Air Wing Commander, instilling in Kristen a strong sense of duty, discipline, and service to others.

From an early age, Kristen was immersed in Christian teachings. She attended Sunday school and participated in youth group activities at their local base chapel, while her mother, Sarah, a dedicated homemaker and volunteer, filled their home with love, prayer, and biblical guidance.

The Kitzler family’s faith remained steadfast despite the challenges of military life, including frequent moves and her father’s long deployments. They found strength in their beliefs, using them as an anchor during turbulent times. Kristen learned to rely on her relationship with Jesus, finding comfort and direction through prayer and Scripture study.

As she matured, Kristen began to explore her faith more deeply, questioning and seeking to understand the complexities of Christian doctrine. This intellectual curiosity, combined with her compassionate nature, led her to pursue a career in mental health. She saw this path as a way to serve others and live out her faith practically.

Kristen’s exceptional intellect became apparent early on. A child prodigy, she graduated from high school at thirteen, earned her bachelor’s degree in psychology at seventeen, and completed her doctorate at nineteen. Despite being only a year older than Wade, her demeanor and accomplishments made her seem several years his senior.

As Kristen listened to Wade’s story, his faith—tested and strengthened through harrowing ordeals—reminded her of her father’s quiet strength and unshakeable belief. She found herself drawn to Wade’s authenticity and the seamless integration of his faith into every aspect of his life.

Their first meeting concluded with an awkward dance of goodbyes and handshakes, yet both left buzzing with an undeniable spark of attraction between them.

One evening, as Wade and Jay were finishing up their Bible study in the hospital’s small chapel, Wade decided to confide in his friend about his strange experience upon meeting Dr. Kitzler.

“Jay, I need to talk to you about something,” Wade began hesitantly. “When I first met Dr. Kitzler, I heard a voice in my head. Clear as day, it said, ‘This is the woman you’re going to marry.'”

Jay’s eyebrows shot up. “Whoa, buddy. That’s intense. What do you think it means?”

Wade shook his head, looking bewildered. “I don’t know, man. I feel drawn to her in a way I can’t explain. But I’m worried I might be getting ahead of myself. What if it’s just my mind playing tricks on me after everything we’ve been through?”

Jay nodded thoughtfully. “It’s kind of weird, but God spoke to people in strange ways in the past. Maybe it’s the Holy Spirit giving you a heads up? But isn’t she a little out of your league?”

“Probably,” Wade replied with uncertainty. “I just can’t get her out of my head. It sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

Jay leaned forward, his expression serious. “Look, Wade, I’ve seen stranger things in the past few months. If there’s definitely something there, Jesus will let you know. Why don’t we pray about it?”

Wade nodded gratefully. “Yeah, let’s! I could use some divine guidance on this one.”

Jay grinned, his enthusiasm bubbling over. “Alright! And I’m going to pray that you end up marrying this gal. I’ve got a good feeling about this!”

Wade’s eyes widened at his friend’s exuberance. “Whoa, slow down there, buddy! I don’t need anyone throwing gas on this fire! One step at a time.”

After they prayed together, Wade chuckled at his friend’s enthusiasm, even as he felt a mix of hope and trepidation stirring in his own heart. He knew the road ahead would be complicated, but he trusted that God would guide him, just as He had done ever since he had surrendered his life to His will.

The next day Wade hurried into Kristen’s office with a mixture of pent up excitement and terror. He knew what he needed to do. Kristen opened the session, “You mentioned prayer several times in your report, can you tell me more about that?”

Wade hesitated, unsure how to express the depth of his convictions. “It’s… it’s everything to me, Doctor. My faith in God, in His plan… It’s what got me through the darkest moments. When we were trapped on that alien ship, when we thought all hope was lost… prayer was our lifeline.”

Kristen leaned forward, genuinely interested. “And you believe this faith helped you survive?”

“I know it did,” Wade replied, his voice steady. “Not just me, but all of us. It gave us strength when we had nothing else left.”

United in Faith

Wade knew the next thing he was compelled to do, to share the gospel with Dr. Kitzler. “Doctor,” he started, “You seem to be very interested in my spiritual foundation. You know, it all starts with the love of God. In fact He loves us so much, He sent His Son Jesus to the earth, He lived a perfect life, and then was put to death on a cross. This was no mistake or human plan. God had a plan to die on our behalf to pay the price for our rebellion against Him. The Bible calls that sin. But Jesus didn’t stay dead. On the third day He rose from the dead to prove He was the King over everything, including death. Now He sits at the right hand of the Father and He is my Lord and Savior. He calls the shots in my life…Doctor do you believe God loves you?”

Doctor Kitzler felt excited but a little nervous that the counselor had become the one being counseled. “Yes,” she replied with confidence. Wade continued, “Do you believe Jesus died for your sins and is the only way to be right with God?” Once again she replied with confidence, “Yes, I do.” “One more question Doctor,” Wade continued, “Has that belief changed your life to reflect God’s reign in your life?”

Kristen sat up straight and with passion and ignoring the professional code to never reveal personal information to patients, she firmly and passionately exclaimed, “Corporal Kovacs, I am a disciple of Jesus Christ and He is my King.” A huge smile broke across Wade’s face and shouted with glee, “I knew it!”

Boundaries Blurred

As their sessions continued over the following weeks, Kristen found herself increasingly drawn to Wade’s quiet strength and unwavering faith. She had worked with many Marines and Sailors who had experienced trauma, but there was something different about Wade. Most men were confident and strong and yet kind of milktoast in their faith. Wade was strong both physically and spiritually, carrying his burdens with grace. She was falling in love with him and the tension between her personal feelings and her professional duties intensified with every session.

Meanwhile, the political fallout from the Marines’ revelations continued to reverberate throughout the Confederation. Senate hearings, broadcast live across all channels, painted a picture of corruption and conspiracy that left citizens reeling.

Admiral Blankenship, his once-pristine uniform now replaced by prison garb, sat stone-faced as irrefutable evidence was presented against him. Senator Wang, looking far older than his years, pleaded the Fifth as question after question exposed the depth of his involvement in the Skravak collaboration.

The testimony of Wade, Jay, Mayumi, and Bikram formed the cornerstone of the prosecution’s case. Their accounts, corroborated by the data recovered from the Skravak ship, left no doubt about the existence of a shadowy cabal within the highest levels of government.

As the hearings progressed, public outrage grew. Protests erupted in major cities across the Confederation, with citizens demanding accountability and transparency. The very foundations of trust between the people and their government had been shaken.

In the midst of this turmoil, Wade found himself grappling with his own internal struggles. The nightmares that plagued his sleep were slowly giving way to a different kind of restlessness. His thoughts increasingly turned to Dr. Kitzler, to the inexplicable certainty he had felt upon first meeting her.

During one of their sessions, as Kristen guided him through a particularly difficult memory, Wade found himself opening up about his personal thoughts in a way he never had before.

“You know, Doctor,” he began, his voice soft, “there’s something I haven’t told you. Something that happened the day we met.”

Kristen tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “Oh? What’s that Corporal?”

Wade took a deep breath, steeling himself. “When you walked into the room that first day, I heard a voice. Clear as day, right in my head.

Kristen leaned forward, “And what did the voice say?”

Wade hesitated and then said with confidence, “It said, ‘This is the woman you are going to marry.'”

Kristen sat back, her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and something else – something Wade couldn’t quite identify – flashing across her face. The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication.

“I… I see,” she managed, her professional demeanor momentarily shaken. “And how did that make you feel?”

Wade chuckled nervously. “Terrified, honestly. I mean, I’d just met you. I didn’t know what to make of it. But… it felt right, somehow. Like a piece of a puzzle falling into place.”

Kristen could no longer make eye contact and blushed, processing this revelation. As his doctor, she knew she should maintain professional boundaries. But as a woman, she couldn’t deny the flutter in her chest at Wade’s words.

“Corporal Kovacs,” she began carefully, “you’ve been through an incredibly traumatic experience. It’s not uncommon for people in your situation to form strong attachments to their caregivers. It’s called transference, and—”

“With all due respect, Doctor,” Wade interrupted gently, “this isn’t that. I know what transference is. This is different. This is… I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s real.”

Kristen found herself at a loss for words, a rarity in her profession. The conviction in Wade’s voice, the earnestness in his eyes – it stirred something in her that she had long thought dormant.

As the weeks passed, Kristen found herself increasingly looking forward to her sessions with Wade. His quiet strength, unwavering faith, and genuine kindness soothed her soul amidst the chaos engulfing the Confederation.

Wade, for his part, grew more certain about his feelings for Kristen. The voice he had heard that first day no longer seemed strange or frightening, but rather a promise—a glimpse of a future he hadn’t dared imagine during his ordeal.

One evening, as they concluded a particularly intense session, Kristen made a decision that would change both their lives. Standing face-to-face, they exchanged their ritual handshake.

“Corporal Kovacs,” she began, her voice soft but determined, “may I call you Wade?” He nodded, and she continued, “I think it’s time we discussed your progress. Professionally speaking, I believe you’ve reached a point where you no longer require my services as a therapist.”

Wade’s heart sank, fearing the end of their time together. But Kristen wasn’t finished.

“However,” she added, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth, “I find myself… reluctant to say goodbye. I’ve come to care for you, Wade. More than I should, as your doctor.”

Wade’s pulse quickened. “Kristen, I—”

She gently pressed two fingers to his lips, stopping him. “Let me finish. What I’m trying to say is… if you’re willing, I’d like to continue our relationship. Not as doctor and patient, but as two people responding to the voice you heard when we first met.”

Joy bloomed in Wade’s chest, unlike anything he had ever experienced—a feeling of rightness, of coming home after a long, perilous journey.

“I’d like that very much,” he said simply, raising her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss.

As they stood there, gazing into each other’s eyes, fingers intertwined, both Wade and Kristen felt the weight of recent events begin to lift. Words became unnecessary as their love for one another came into full blossom. They exchanged private datapad addresses and agreed to meet the following evening at a small cafe around the corner.

Hope Amidst Chaos

The road ahead would not be easy – there were still battles to be fought, truths to be uncovered, and a Confederation to heal. But in that moment, they knew they would face whatever came next together.

Outside the hospital windows, the sun began to set on another day of revelations and reckonings. The Confederation was changing, painfully but necessarily, as the full scope of the Skravak conspiracy came to light. But amidst the turmoil, hope was taking root – hope for a future built on truth, justice, and the unbreakable bonds forged in the crucible of shared adversity.

For Wade Kovacs, Jay Ringler, Mayumi Kato, and Bikram Rana, their journey was far from over. They had become symbols of courage and integrity in a time when such qualities were sorely needed. Their testimony would continue to shape the future of government and military relations for years to come.

But for now, walking to his quarters as twilight gathered, Wade allowed himself to simply be present in the moment. He thought of his friends, safe and recovering. He thought of the challenges that lay ahead. And he thought of Kristen, whose recent commitment of pursuing their relationship felt like an anchor in a storm-tossed sea.

As night fell over the Confederation, Wade closed his eyes and offered a silent prayer of gratitude. For survival, for justice, and for the unexpected gift of love that had blossomed in the aftermath of unimaginable horror. Whatever the future held, he knew that faith, friendship, and the strength of his Lord and Savior Jesus, would see them through.

The voice he had heard that first day echoed once more in his mind, no longer a shock but a warm certainty: “This is the woman you are going to marry.” And Wade smiled, knowing that sometimes, the most profound truths are revealed in the most unexpected ways. 

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Kingdom Kernel #1 – God’s All Volunteer Army

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The LORD says to my Lord: “Sit at My right hand until I make Your enemies a footstool for Your feet.” The LORD will stretch forth Your strong scepter from Zion, saying, “Rule in the midst of Your enemies.” Your people will volunteer freely in the day of Your power; in holy array, from the womb of the dawn, Your youth are to You as the dew. The LORD has sworn and will not change His mind, “You are a priest forever according to the order of Melchizedek.” The Lord is at Your right hand; He will shatter kings in the day of His wrath. He will judge among the nations, He will fill them with corpses, He will shatter the chief men over a broad country. He will drink from the brook by the wayside; therefore He will lift up His head.

(Psalm 110:1-7)

My dear friend Steve Smith, a brilliant missiologist, always began our training sessions with a profound “Kingdom Kernel.” His foundational statement that “if you understand the kingdom, you will understand what Jesus is saying about the Christian life” resonated deeply with me. Unfortunately, Steve passed a few years back but his example and teaching has stuck with me. I’d like to continue his line of kingdom thinking in my writing.

And our church recently decided to dedicate 2025 to studying the kingdom of God. So in light of these two converging inspirations, I’ll be writing a blog series that blends theological reflection with practical discipleship stories from my key take-a-ways. Each post will offer a concise essay paired with a short story of disciple-makers putting these kingdom principles into action. This is the first installment; 

Psalm 110:1-7 – Freely Volunteering: The Messianic Dynamics of Willing Service in Psalm 110

 Introduction: A Prophetic Glimpse of Divine Kingship

Psalm 110 stands as a profound messianic prophecy, rich with imagery of divine kingship and priestly authority. At the heart of this psalm lies a powerful concept: “Your people will volunteer freely in the day of Your power” (Psalm 110:3). This phrase encapsulates a profound truth about the nature of God’s kingdom and the relationship between the Messiah and His followers.

 Linguistic Roots: Unpacking the Hebrew Terminology

The Hebrew phrase “ned-aw-baw’ ‘am” (Strongs H5071 & H5971) is central to understanding this concept. “ned-aw-baw’ ” comes from the root naw-dab’, which carries the sense of willingness, voluntariness, and free-will offerings. This root is used elsewhere in Scripture to describe generous, unprompted giving to God’s work. The term “’am” means “your people,” emphasizing the personal relationship between the king and his subjects.

 Messianic Context: Christ’s Authoritative Reign

In the context of Psalm 110, this phrase takes on profound messianic significance. The psalm opens with the declaration, “The Lord says to my Lord: ‘Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet'” (Psalm 110:1). This verse, quoted extensively in the New Testament, establishes the divine authority of the Messiah. Jesus Himself used this passage to assert His identity as both David’s son and David’s Lord, transcending mere human kingship.

 Theological Dimensions of Voluntary Service

The concept of freely volunteering people takes on new depth when viewed through the lens of Christ’s kingship. Unlike earthly rulers who may compel service through force or coercion, the Messiah’s reign is characterized by the willing, joyful submission of His people. This reflects the transformative nature of God’s kingdom, where hearts are changed from within, leading to voluntary service.

 Interpretive Layers: Power, Willingness, and Divine Sovereignty

The phrase “in the day of Your power” (khah’-yil – Strongs 2428) further illuminates this concept. “khah’-yil” can refer to strength, army, or wealth, suggesting a day of the Messiah’s manifest power and authority. This day is not merely a future event but encompasses the entire era of Christ’s reign, from His resurrection and ascension to His final triumph over all enemies.

 Key Theological Implications

Theologically, this concept reveals several key aspects of God’s character and redemptive plan:

1. Divine Sovereignty: God’s power is such that it inspires willing devotion rather than forced compliance.

2. Human Free Will: The emphasis on volunteering highlights the importance of human choice in God’s kingdom.

3. Transformative Grace: The willingness of God’s people points to the inner work of the Holy Spirit, changing hearts to align with God’s will.

4. Eschatological Hope: The “day of Your power” looks forward to the full manifestation of Christ’s reign.

 Contemporary Spiritual Significance

For believers today, this concept carries profound implications. It challenges us to examine the nature of our service to Christ. Are we merely following religious obligations, or are we “volunteering freely” out of love and gratitude? It also offers encouragement, reminding us that Christ’s power is not oppressive but liberating, inspiring joyful, willing service.

The Transformative Power of Willing Devotion

The concept of God’s people volunteering freely in the day of His power beautifully encapsulates the nature of Christ’s kingship. It speaks of a kingdom characterized by willing hearts, transformed by grace, eagerly participating in the Messiah’s reign. This vision of freely given devotion stands as a testament to the compelling love of Christ and the transformative power of His kingdom.

Disciple-Maker’s Short Story

“The Plumbing of the Soul”

The old pickup truck rumbled down Main Street, its bed laden with plumbing supplies. Dave, his salt-and-pepper hair ruffled by the breeze from the open window, glanced at Stew in the passenger seat. The younger man’s face was a canvas of conflicting emotions – determination mingled with uncertainty.

“You know, Stew,” Dave began, his voice warm and gravelly, “this plumbing project we’re tackling isn’t just about fixing leaks. It’s about understanding the very essence of what it means to serve like Jesus.”

Stew’s eyebrows knitted together. “How do you figure that, Dave?”

Dave’s eyes crinkled with a smile. “It’s all about the difference between ‘I want to’ and ‘I have to.’ When Jesus served, He didn’t do it out of obligation. He did it because He wanted to, out of love.”

As they pulled into the hardware store parking lot, Dave continued, “Remember Psalm 110? It talks about people volunteering freely in the day of God’s power. That’s the heart of Christ-like service – not duty, but willing devotion.”

Stew nodded slowly, the concept beginning to take root. “So, it’s about changing our attitude?”

“It goes deeper,” Dave replied, turning off the engine. “It’s about aligning our will with God’s, just as Jesus did. He said, ‘I have come down from heaven not to do my will but to do the will of him who sent me.’ That’s the model we’re aiming for.”

As they entered the store, they were greeted by the sight of a young employee named Mike, his posture slumped and eyes downcast.

“Can I help you?” Mike mumbled, his voice devoid of enthusiasm.

Dave’s eyes lit up. “Mike, my friend! We’re on a mission to conquer some stubborn pipes, and I believe God’s placed you here to help us. What do you think?”

Mike blinked, taken aback by Dave’s genuine warmth. “Uh, sure. What are you looking for?”

As Dave described their project, he listened intently to Mike’s suggestions, treating the young man’s knowledge with respect. Stew watched in amazement as Mike’s demeanor transformed. His posture straightened, eyes brightened, and soon he was eagerly offering advice.

“You see, Stew?” Dave whispered as Mike led them down an aisle. “We didn’t force him to help. We invited him to be part of something meaningful, just as Jesus invites us into His work.”

Stew nodded, a new understanding dawning. “It’s like… he’s volunteering freely, just like the Psalm says.”

“Exactly,” Dave grinned. “Now, let’s apply this to our project. Instead of thinking ‘I have to fix these pipes,’ try ‘I want to serve my neighbors by ensuring they have clean, flowing water – just as Jesus came to give living water.’ Feel the difference?”

As they gathered their supplies, Stew found himself engaging with other customers, sharing tips and offering encouragement. The ‘chore’ had become an opportunity to reflect Christ’s love.

Leaving the store, arms full of pipes and tools, Stew turned to Dave. “I think I’m starting to get it now. It’s not just about the task, it’s about having the heart of Jesus in everything we do.”

Dave nodded, his eyes misty. “That’s it, Stew. When we align our will with God’s, just as Jesus did, service becomes joy. We’re not just fixing pipes; we’re participating in God’s work of restoration and love.”

As they drove home, the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple. Stew gazed out the window, his mind no longer on the upcoming work, but on the transformative power of Christ-like service. He realized that true freedom wasn’t the absence of obligations, but the choice to embrace them with the heart of Jesus – full of love, compassion, and a desire to do the Father’s will.

“Dave,” Stew said softly, “I want to learn to serve like Jesus. Not because I have to, but because I truly want to.”

Dave smiled, placing a hand on Stew’s shoulder. “That, my friend, is the beginning of a beautiful journey. Let’s pray for God to shape our hearts to be more like His Son’s.”

As they pulled into the driveway, both men felt a renewed sense of purpose. The plumbing project ahead was no longer just a task – it was an opportunity to grow in Christ-likeness, one willing act of service at a time.

I’d appreciate your feedback on this new series. Please leave a comment below.

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Chapter 19 – The Boarding Action

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Then David said to Ahimelech the Hittite and to Abishai the son of Zeruiah, Joab’s brother, saying, “Who will go down with me to Saul in the camp?” And Abishai said, “I will go down with you.” So David and Abishai came to the people by night, and behold, Saul lay sleeping inside the circle of the camp with his spear stuck in the ground at his head; and Abner and the people were lying around him.

2 Samuel 26:6-7

Infiltration

The Skravak ship loomed before them, a dark, alien silhouette against the star-studded backdrop of space. Inside the Thunderhawk, the Marines of 1st Platoon steeled themselves for what was to come.

“Remember,” Major General Redside’s voice crackled over the comms, “our primary objective is intelligence gathering. Engage the enemy only if absolutely necessary. We want to be ghosts.”

Jay, Mayumi, and Bikram exchanged determined glances. They were about to relive their nightmare, but this time, they were prepared.

The dropship’s pilot’s voice cut through the tension. “Approaching target. Standby for insertion in T-minus 30 seconds.”

The Thunderhawk’s engines were screaming as it streaked towards the Skravak vessel at maximum speed. The back ramp opened, decompressing the troop compartment. Loose bits of paper and other debris exited the ship as the Infil Team prepared to unfasten their safety harnesses and get ready to exit.

Lieutenant Jordan’s voice was steady as he addressed his team. “Alright Marines, on the ramp, it’s showtime! Let’s get this done.” The four moved to the edge of the ramp with a star filled expanse as their backdrop.

“T-minus 10 seconds,” the pilot announced. “Prepare to drop!” Suddenly, the red glow of the lights reflecting on the platform turned green.

“Go, Go, Go!” Jordan shouted.

With practiced precision, the four Marines launched themselves out of the Thunderhawk’s open rear ramp. For a heart-stopping moment, they were suspended in the void of space, momentum carrying them towards their target as the Thunderhawk screamed past the alien ship, expertly evading any potential weapons lock.

Their EVA suits’ thrusters fired, slowing their approach and allowing them to maneuver. Through their night vision displays, they could see each other’s infrared strobes blinking steadily, guiding them together.

“Rally point reached,” Jay reported over the comms, his voice tense but controlled. “Moving to entry point.”

The team made their way to the familiar waste disposal access point. As planned, the ship had the same exact structure, and the hatch was easy to find.

“Stand by,” Jay whispered. “Hatch opening in 3… 2… 1…”

The hatch slid open, spewing its contents into space. Jay and Mayumi entered swiftly, disappearing into the dark maw of the alien ship. Fifteen agonizing minutes later, the hatch opened again, allowing Lieutenant Jordan and Bikram to slip inside.

“We’re in,” Jordan whispered into his comms as the hatch slid closed with an eerie hiss.

Back on the Thunderhawk, Wade’s voice crackled through their comms. “Roger that.”

The four Marines knelt in the sickening sludge, but the nauseating stench of the waste disposal system was absent. This time, they could keep their helmets on. They wouldn’t be staying the night. Or, at least that was the plan.

Wade’s voice came across the comms and guided them through the underbelly of the beast, his experience from their previous encounter proving invaluable. “There should be a maintenance shaft to your left. It’ll take you under the hunter’s cages.”

Following Wade’s directions, they navigated through the alien ship’s innards, eventually reaching a vent cover that led to the interior. Once inside, the team paused, listening intently for any sign of movement. Just as before, the ship was as still as a tomb, just a massive drone operated by AI rather than a crewed vessel.

After a few tense minutes, they cautiously moved towards the server room at the fore of the ship. Jay quickly located the appropriate cables and made the necessary adjustments. The ship’s engine wound down to a stop with an almost anticlimactic whine.

“Sir,” Jay made eye contact with Lieutenant Jordan, “The ship is dead in the water and the weapon systems are offline. We can bring the other teams aboard now.”

Jordan nodded, his face grim but determined. “Good work, Corporal. Let’s get the rest of our people on board and start unraveling this mystery. We’ve got 24 hours to find out everything we can about this monstrosity.”

As the Thunderhawk moved into position closer to the Skravak ship, the rest of the platoon began to EVA to the vessel, the four Marines who had first experienced its horrors couldn’t shake a sense of deja vu. But this time, they were not helpless prisoners. This time, they had the upper hand of knowledge.

Grim Discoveries

The teams moved silently through the eerie, mechanical corridors of the Skravak vessel. Every step brought back vivid memories for Jay, Mayumi, and Bikram, but they pushed forward, their training and determination overriding their fear.

As Alpha Team rounded a corner, they came upon a sight that stopped them in their tracks. A vast chamber stretched out before them, filled with row upon row of stasis tubes. Much like the pods they had encountered on their previous misadventure.

“Thunderhawk, this is Jordan,” the Lieutenant whispered into his comms. “We’ve found something. It’s… big.”

Back on the dropship, Wade leaned forward, “Copy, Lieutenant. What are we looking at?”

Jordan’s voice crackled through the comms, tension evident in his tone. “Stasis tubes, Kovacs. Hundreds of them. All occupied.”

General Redside stood beside Wade, both men intently watching the bank of monitors displaying live feeds from the Marines’ helmet cams. The strange blue glow of the stasis tubes filled the screens, casting otherworldly shadows across the faces of the suspended humans within.

“Unbelievable!,” Redside muttered, his normally stoic expression faltering as he took in the scale of the atrocity. He leaned in closer to one of the monitors, studying the details of a stasis tube. “Document everything, Alpha Team,” he ordered into the comms. “We need irrefutable evidence.”

Wade’s eyes darted from screen to screen, taking in the horrifying scene from multiple angles. His mind raced, correlating what he was seeing with his previous experience. “Sir,” he said to Redside, pointing to one of the monitors, “look at the control interfaces. They’re more human than we expect from an alien ship with advanced technology.”

Redside nodded grimly. “Yes, we may have been duped into the whole alien thing. This looks like the works of some monsters…human monsters.”

As Alpha Team worked to gather data and visual evidence, Gunny Rodriguez’s voice came through from Bravo Team. “Sir, entry point is secure. We’ve set up a fallback position as planned and found a way to jam the hatch open with an improvised…doorstop, so to speak.”

“Good work, Bravo,” Redside replied. “Stand by for further instructions.”

Meanwhile, Charlie Team, led by Sergeant Curry and Corporal Kato, reported in from the aft section. “General, this is Kato. We’ve found more stasis tubes here, but… something’s different.”

“Explain, Corporal,” Wade prompted, his brow furrowed with concern.

Mayumi’s voice was tight with emotion as she responded. “Sir, these tubes… they contain what look like modified humans. It’s as if they’ve been… genetically altered.”

Wade and Redside watched in horror as Mayumi’s helmet cam panned across a row of stasis tubes. Inside each was a being that was undeniably human in origin, but twisted, changed. Elongated limbs, misshapen skulls, and skin with a sickly, translucent quality filled the screens.

A heavy silence fell over the comms channel as the implications sank in.

Back in the forward section, Jay made another chilling discovery. “Lieutenant, I’ve found some kind of interface. It looks like… categorization data.”

Jordan joined him, studying the display. “What kind of categories, Corporal?”

“Genetic markers, sir. Physical attributes, cognitive potential… it’s like they’re cataloging us. Studying us.”

General Redside’s voice came through, grim and determined. “Alright, teams. Listen up. I know what we’re seeing is disturbing, but we stay focused. We gather all the intel we can. We can’t save these people now, but we can make sure their suffering wasn’t in vain.”

“Sir,” Mayumi’s voice wavered slightly. “What if we run into active experiments? Or… subjects?”

There was a pause before Redside replied. “We avoid engagement if possible. Our priority is intelligence gathering. But if you’re forced to defend yourselves… do what you have to do.”

Wade added, “Remember how the AI booted back up right before we left the first ship? We may not have as much time as we think.”

General Redside pressed into his microphone, “All teams pick up the pace. When this thing wakes up, I want to be long gone.”

As the teams continued their reconnaissance with a little more urgency, trying not to let the weight of their discoveries distract them. The Skravaks weren’t just hunters or conquerors. They were playing god with human lives. And it was up to this small group of Marines to expose the truth and bring an end to this horror.

“Alpha Team, proceed to the ship’s data core,” Redside ordered. “That’s where we’ll get the proof we need. Pick up anything not nailed down and you can carry. Bravo and Charlie, continue securing your sectors and gathering intel. Stay alert and hurry it up, people.”

As the Marines acknowledged their orders and moved swiftly but methodically. Wade closed his eyes for a moment, silently praying for strength and guidance. They had to uncover the full extent of the Skravak’s or whoever’s plans. And they weren’t going to waste a single second.

The monitors continued to flicker with the grim images from the helmet cams, a silent testament to the horrors they were uncovering. Wade and Redside exchanged a look, both knowing that they were running out of time. They were witnessing realities that would change the course of the war.

The Heart of Darkness

The Teams pushed deeper into the ship, their movements careful and deliberate. They encountered no Skravak hunters, which was both a relief and a concern.

As they approached what they believed to be the central data core, Jay suddenly held up a closed fist, signaling the team to freeze. “Do you hear that?” he whispered.

A low, pulsing hum filled the air, growing louder as they drew closer to their objective. It was unlike anything they had encountered on the previous Skravak ship.

“Stay alert,” Jordan ordered. “We don’t know what we’re walking into.”

They rounded a final corner and found themselves facing a massive, organic-looking structure that pulsed with an inner light. Tendrils of biomechanical matter stretched out from it, connecting to various points in the walls and ceiling.

“This has to be it,” Jay said, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and revulsion. “The ship’s central nervous system.”

Mayumi was already pulling out her data collection equipment. “Sir, if we can interface with this, we should be able to download everything we need.”

Jordan nodded. “Do it. The rest of you, form a perimeter. I don’t like how quiet it’s been.”

As Mayumi worked to establish a connection with the alien system, Wade couldn’t shake a growing sense of unease. Something about this felt wrong, too easy.

Without warning, the ship was filled with the blaring of alarms, their piercing tones echoing through every corridor. The data core, once a steady beacon, now glowed an ominous red, its hum escalating into a shrill screech. With a thunderous crash, the cages of the Skravak Hunters flew open, the metallic clang reverberating throughout the vessel. It was as if they had disturbed a hornet’s nest, unleashing chaos into the heart of what had been an eerily silent domain.

The Horde Unleashed

“We’ve been compromised!” Jay shouted, raising his weapon.

On the Thunderhawk, Wade, remembering the last episode with the Skravack vessel, turned to the General, “Sir, we don’t have much time. The first ship seemed to self-destruct when it was aware of our presence.”

Redside’s voice cut through comms in the chaos. “Tanaka, how much longer?”

“Two minutes, sir!” Mayumi called back, her fingers flying over her equipment. “I’ve almost got it!”

The sound of heavy, inhuman footsteps echoed down the corridor. The Skravak hunters were coming.

“Thompson, with me,” Jordan ordered. “We’ll hold them off. Parker and Orlaith, cover Corporal Tanaka.”

Jay and the Lieutenant took up positions at the entrance to the chamber, their weapons at the ready. The first Skravak appeared, its grotesque form filling the corridor. Without hesitation, they opened fire.

The battle was fierce and chaotic. The Skravaks seemed to absorb an impossible amount of damage, pressing forward relentlessly. Jay’s expert marksmanship proved surprisingly effective as he aimed for the vulnerable part of the neck, each plasma bolt severing the nurocord dropping the Skravs instantly.

Jay yelled at the Lieutenant, “The neck…Aim for the neck!”

The air crackled with energy as plasma bolts streaked through the corridor, illuminating the grotesque forms of the advancing Skravaks. The acrid smell of ozone and burning alien flesh filled the air, mixing with the metallic tang of human sweat and fear. Jay’s hands moved with practiced precision, his weapon an extension of his body as he methodically targeted the weak spots he had discovered.

Lieutenant Jordan nodded grimly, adjusting his aim. His next shot caught a Skravak right in the throat, causing it to collapse in a heap of twitching limbs. “Good call, Corporal!” he shouted over the din of battle.

The Skravaks, realizing their vulnerability, began to adapt their tactics. They started using the bodies of their fallen comrades as shields, forcing the Marines to expend precious ammunition to clear a path. The aliens’ inhuman shrieks echoed off the walls, a cacophony of rage and bloodlust that sent chills down the spines of even the most hardened warriors.

“We can’t hold this position much longer!” Jordan called out, his voice strained as he reloaded his weapon. “Tanaka, status?”

Mayumi’s voice came back, tight with tension. “Almost there! Just need another minute!”

“We might not have a minute,” Jay muttered, his eyes widening as he saw a new wave of Skravaks rounding the corner. These ones were different – larger, with thicker armor plating covering their vital areas. “Sir, we’ve got a problem!”

The new Skravaks charged forward, seemingly impervious to the plasma fire. One of them barreled straight into Jordan, sending him flying across the room. Jay watched in horror as his commanding officer slammed into the wall with a sickening crunch.

“Lieutenant!” he yelled, torn between holding the line and rushing to Jordan’s aid. In that moment of distraction, a Skravak lunged at him, its razor-sharp claws slicing through the air mere inches from his face. Jay stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding decapitation.

With Jordan down, Jay found himself alone against the horde. He fell into a state of hyper-focus, his world narrowing to the sights of his weapon and the targets before him. Each shot had to count. Each movement had to be perfect. There was no room for error.

The room filled with a deafening roar as Jay emptied mag after mag into the advancing aliens. The floor became slick with their strange, oily blood, making footing treacherous. The air grew thick with smoke and the scent of scorched flesh, both human and alien.

Just when it seemed like the tide of battle was turning against them, Jordan staggered to his feet, blood streaming from a gash on his forehead. He limped to Jay’s side, his face a mask of determination. “We hold this line, Corporal,” he growled. “No matter what.”

Together, they formed a barrier of flesh and firepower, their weapons singing a deadly duet as they fought to buy Mayumi the time she needed. Each second felt like an eternity, each Skravak felled only to be replaced by two more.

The battle reached a fever pitch, the very air seeming to vibrate with the intensity of the conflict. Jay’s arms burned with fatigue, his ears ringing from the constant barrage of weapon fire. But still, they held.

Exodus Under Fire

Just as it seemed they might be overwhelmed, Mayumi’s voice rang out. “I’ve got it! Full download complete!”

Redside didn’t hesitate. “Fall back! Back to the extraction point, Now!”

The team retreated, fighting every step of the way. They could hear the enraged screeches of the Skravaks behind them, growing ever closer.

As they neared their entry point, Jordan’s comms crackled to life. It was Rodriguez. “Sir, we’ve got a problem. The Skravaks are trying to seal the ship. We’re holding them off, but we can’t keep this hatch open much longer.”

“Understood, Gunny,” Jordan replied, his voice steady despite the dire situation. “We’re almost there. Hold that position.”

They rounded the final corner, seeing the open hatch and the stars beyond. Freedom was so close, yet the Skravaks were right on their heels.

“Go!” Jordan shouted. “Get to the Thunderhawk!”

One by one, the team made it through the hatch. Jay, bringing up the rear, turned to make sure everyone had made it. That’s when he saw it – a Skravak hunter, mere feet away, lunging for Lieutenant Jordan.

Without thinking, Jay threw himself between Jordan and the alien, emptying an entire magazine of plasma bolts into the creature. He felt a searing pain in his side as the Skravak’s claws found their mark. But the momentum of his charge carried both him and the Lieutenant through the hatch.

“Seal it!” Redside yelled over the comms. “Seal it now!”

Rodriguez took a well aimed shot at the improvised “doorstop” and the hatch slammed shut, cutting off one of the Skravaks chomping limbs that now floated in space discharging its black blood in large elongated bubbles. Using their suit thrusters, the team made their way back to the waiting Thunderhawk.

Mayumi looked back with sadistic pleasure, “Take that Skrav! That one’s for Wade!”

As they collapsed into the troop compartment, exhausted and battered, a sense of grim triumph filled the air. They had done it. They had the evidence they needed. But they weren’t out of danger’s grasp yet. They needed to get away from the ship before it started its self-destruct protocol.

The General yelled at the pilots, “They’re all aboard, punch it!” The ship bounded in a streak leaving the alien vessel 300 to 500 astro-leagues behind in a matter of seconds.

Corpsman Martinez acted swiftly, administering a large dose of antibiotics to Jay and setting up an I.V. to combat the inevitable infection from the Skravak bite. Jay, maintaining his composure, closed his eyes and succumbed to the medically induced coma. Wade watched anxiously, fervently praying for his friend, haunted by the memory of a squadmate who had succumbed within minutes to similar wounds during their time in the Zoo.

Redside looked around at his team, pride evident in his eyes. “Outstanding work Marines, all of you. Now the hard part. Getting this Intel into the right hands”

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